Birthday Ode For 31st December, 1787
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lead on the unmuzzled hounds of hell,
till all the frighted echoes tell
the blood-notes of the chase!
full on the quarry point their view,
full on the base usurping crew,
the tools of fa, and the nation's curse!
hark how the cry grows on the wind;
they leave the gging gale behind,
their savage fury, pitiless, they pour;
with murdering eyes already they devour;
see brunswick spent, a wretched prey,
his life one poor despairing day,
where each avenging hour still ushers in a worse!
such havock, howling all abroad,
their utter ruin bring,
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