JB/110/179/003

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Come forth ye murdering conquerors – answer now
How are ye better than that tyrant old
Who joy'd while black & burning ruins roll'd
O'er his death – & freedom & slaves? And ye Ye raptured too can see
This excellent world in flames – if mid the cries
Of widows & of orphans agonies
Ye hear the hellish shouts of "victory"!
Yes! ye would buy a Victor's worthless wreath
With tears & tortures torments – desolation – death!!
– If tortured with this savage thirst of life
This appetite of evil: – go & spread
Persons & pestilence – Rule o'er heaps of dead –
But sheaths war's fierce & lacerating knife
To hypocrites! – if but one drop of gore
Shed by some wretched outcast stain the floor.

The scaffold Ye send your warrant forth – that wretch must die
But had he pour'd forth out rivulets of blood
And waded to a Kingdom thro' the flood
He might have shared your own impurity!

Identifier: | JB/110/179/003"JB/" can not be assigned to a declared number type with value 110.
Date_1		Marginal Summary Numbering
Box	110	Main Headings
Folio number	179	Info in main headings field
Image	003	Titles
Category	collectanea	Number of Pages	2
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Penner	sir john bowring	Watermarks	gr
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Notes public		ID Number	36169
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