The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Том 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... Britons , by the Rev. G. Richards , A. M. 373 Anacreontic Song , by Captain Morrice 385 Three Idyls , by the Rev. W. B. Stevens 387 Aristodemus , a Mono - Drama - Lines , addressed to a beautiful young Lady 389 392 Song , by R. B. ...
... Britons , by the Rev. G. Richards , A. M. 373 Anacreontic Song , by Captain Morrice 385 Three Idyls , by the Rev. W. B. Stevens 387 Aristodemus , a Mono - Drama - Lines , addressed to a beautiful young Lady 389 392 Song , by R. B. ...
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... Britons , bow the haughty head ! " Bend , Britons , bend the stubborn knee ! " Own your ancient virtue fled , " And know not that ye once were free . " Think not as your fathers thought ; " Speak no more , as Britons ought ; " Act no ...
... Britons , bow the haughty head ! " Bend , Britons , bend the stubborn knee ! " Own your ancient virtue fled , " And know not that ye once were free . " Think not as your fathers thought ; " Speak no more , as Britons ought ; " Act no ...
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... Britons , no more your rival ranks advance , " Nor single - handed dare to cope with France ! " Yes ! as our Albion's root - bound oak Stoops to the tempest , we will bow ! Yes ! we will bend , as the tall rock Mocking the wave that ...
... Britons , no more your rival ranks advance , " Nor single - handed dare to cope with France ! " Yes ! as our Albion's root - bound oak Stoops to the tempest , we will bow ! Yes ! we will bend , as the tall rock Mocking the wave that ...
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... Britons dear , Protects our rights from year to year ; Hence are our terrors hurl'd . Ye Britons , venerate the Oak ; NELSON from this in thunder spoke , And shook th ' astonish'd world . While this shall flourish in the glade , What ...
... Britons dear , Protects our rights from year to year ; Hence are our terrors hurl'd . Ye Britons , venerate the Oak ; NELSON from this in thunder spoke , And shook th ' astonish'd world . While this shall flourish in the glade , What ...
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... Britons ! -to whom ( though adamant in arms ) Domestic duties yield peculiar charms ; - Who , were those duties with less ardour known , Might learn a sweet example from the Throne.- Give your applause , to - night ! -at least , be mild ...
... Britons ! -to whom ( though adamant in arms ) Domestic duties yield peculiar charms ; - Who , were those duties with less ardour known , Might learn a sweet example from the Throne.- Give your applause , to - night ! -at least , be mild ...
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