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There is a word which on which my deepest hate
My darkest indignation I would pour:- It is society's most leprous sore
It is the bane of all that's good & great;
It is a heavy, dark, infernal gate
That doth the mind imprison – it doth more –
It makes the tired earth bleed at every pore
That word – man's bane curse – heaven's scorn – legitimate
This is the talisman which tyrants wre wield
This is the sceptre – this the sceptre waved
When the long-suffering many are enslaved
By the usurping few. And are we steeld
Against all sense, all suffering? No! the chair
Will break – man thinks not, – suffers not in vain.

Identifier: | JB/110/230/002"JB/" can not be assigned to a declared number type with value 110.
Date_1		Marginal Summary Numbering
Box	110	Main Headings
Folio number	230	Info in main headings field
Image	002	Titles
Category	collectanea	Number of Pages	2
Recto/Verso	recto	Page Numbering
Penner	sir john bowring	Watermarks
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Corrections		Paper Produced in Year
Notes public		ID Number	36220
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