WATBRL06. 0 could I read thy bosom, end declare . The wilder f?y, that boils, and rages there :. How from hot hope thro' ev'ry change it past, Fear--rage---hat?, ?Tor---t? despair at last*. Go then ! the fool of pasoion, as of fame, Play the last stake of Fortune's desp'rate game ! Cheer to the 6eld thine own imperial IMmd, Who wait th? wnvin? of th! haughty bud, To pour their souls in that nequall'd strife For him, who recks lint o? one ooward llfe ! Brave self-devotion *. Sueh as Romans knew, A nobler e,?ase hml made ?t ? too. 'Tis done ! Wild elamours rend th* etharlai vault, Herald their way, and cheer the last Mull Now for your F,n?ind, warrim, ?11 combine, Quit the deep phaim?, h the ielgth*nin? line! Now is war's erbis ! DMin?4y ew?hange Firmness for fire, Msbtamee fer ?ovenge ! Be U the 3rive, which onee suspended stood, Then pour'd ?n ESTI?'s trab its wlMlmiug flood. See how4?he mo? Sun ho? roll*d away The timing ?f clouds, that veil'd his gloomy day,* And beams etfulgemt in the wasts? sky, the e,,? was bright and serene. ......... ?Google
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