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<p>O! thou art outraged, Liberty! Mankind<lb/> | |||
'' | have ceased to love thee – Earth is but a grave<lb/> | ||
Occupied by the tyrant & the slave;-<lb/> | |||
We <del><gap/> the fathers</del> <add>close our</add> eyes on truth & freedom – bind<lb/> | |||
Around our necks the accursed yoke – the brave<lb/> | |||
The brave are dead – & none are left behind<lb/> | |||
<del>But</del> <add>Save</add> the vile weeds, <del>as</del> which despotism's wave<lb/> | |||
Rolls o'er insultingly:- the withering rod<lb/> | |||
Of tyranny we Kiss – we bow our heads,<lb/> | |||
In worse than Egypts dust – The brave are dead –<lb/> | |||
We are idolators – We make a god<lb/> | |||
<del>Of creatures worse than fiends – & <gap/> – &</del> <add>Of fiendlike creatures – &<unclear>for</unclear> tribute <del>crouch</del></add> fling<lb/> | |||
Our <del>vey spirit at its vile feet</del> <add><del>Beneath</del> <unclear>Every</unclear> souls away.</add> – & call the monster King.</p> | |||
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O! thou art outraged, Liberty! Mankind
have ceased to love thee – Earth is but a grave
Occupied by the tyrant & the slave;-
We the fathers close our eyes on truth & freedom – bind
Around our necks the accursed yoke – the brave
The brave are dead – & none are left behind
But Save the vile weeds, as which despotism's wave
Rolls o'er insultingly:- the withering rod
Of tyranny we Kiss – we bow our heads,
In worse than Egypts dust – The brave are dead –
We are idolators – We make a god
Of creatures worse than fiends – & – & Of fiendlike creatures – &for tribute crouch fling
Our vey spirit at its vile feet Beneath Every souls away. – & call the monster King.
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