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...liberty, the land 365 Whose every street and public meeting glow With open freedom, little tyrants rag'd; Snatch'd the lean morsel from the starving mouth ; Tore from cold wintry limbs the tatter'd weed; Ev'n robb'd them of the last of comforts, sleep; 370 The free-born BRITON to the dungeon chain'd, Or,...

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...hunger burn, And poor misfortune feels the lash of vice. While in the land of liberty, the land Whose every street and public meeting glow With open freedom,...mouth ; Tore from cold wintry limbs the tatter'd weed; Even robb'd them of the last of comforts, sleep ; The free-born Briton to the dungeon chain'd, Or,...

...hunger burn, And poor misfortune feels the lash of vice. While in the land of liberty, the land Whose every street and public meeting glow With open freedom,...mouth; Tore from cold wintry limbs the tatter'd weed; Even robb'd them of the last of comforts, sleep; The free-born Briton to the dungeon chain'd, Or, as...

...hunger burn, And poor misfortune feels the lash of vice. While in the land of liberty, the land Whose every street and public meeting glow With open freedom,...the starving mouth; Tore from cold wintry limbs the tatter' d weed; Even robb'd them of the last of comforts, sleep ; The free-born Briton to the dungeon...

...liherty, the land Whose every street and puhlic meeting glow With open freedom, little tyrants rag'd ; Snatch'd the lean morsel from the starving mouth; Tore from cold wint'ry limhs the tatter'd weed ; Even rohh'd them of the last of comforts, sleep; The free-horn Briton to...

...Liberty, the land 36£ Whose every street and public meeting glow With open Freedom, little tyrants rag'd, Snatch'd the lean morsel from the starving mouth,...weed, E'en robb'd them of the last of comforts, sleep ; 370 The free-born Briton to the dungeon chain'd, Or, as the lust of cruelty prevail'd, At pleasure...

...liberty, the land 365 Whose every street and public meeting glow With open freedom, little tyrants rag'd; Snatch'd the lean morsel from the starving mouth; Tore from cold wintry limbs the tatter'd weed; Even robb'd. them of the last of comforts, sleep; 370 The free-born Briton to the dungeon chaia'd,...

...liberty , the land Whose every street and public meeting glow With open freedom, little tyrants rag'd ; Snatch'd the lean morsel from the starving mouth; Tore from cold wintry limbs the tatter'd weed ; Even robb'd them of the last of comforts , sleep j The free-born Briton to the dungeon chain'd ,...