...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; К ven robb'd them of the lust of comforts, sleep ; Thu free-born Briton to the dungeon...

...burn, And poor misfortime feels the lash of vice. While in the land of liberty, the land Whose ev'ry street and public meeting glow With open freedom,...mouth; Tore from cold wint'ry limbs the tatter'd weed; Even robb'd them of the last of comforts, sleep. (Winter 355—370.) Die „gen'rous band" ist die...

...' ' 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, little tyrants raged : " Snatched the lean morsel from the starving mouth ; ' ' Tore from cold wintry limbs the tattered...

...365 Whose every street and public meeting glows With open freedom, little tyrants raged, — Snatched the lean morsel from the starving mouth, Tore from cold wintry limbs the tattered weed, Even robbed them of the last of comforts — sleep, 370 The free-born Briton to the...

...the lean morsels from the starving mouth, Tore from cold wintry limbs the tattered weed, E'en robbed them of the last of comforts, sleep, The freeborn Briton to the dungeon chained, Or, as the lust of cruelty prevailed, At pleasure marked him with inglorious stripes, And...

...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 — little tyrants raged, Snatched the lean morsels from the starving mouth, Tore from cold wintry limbs the tattered weed, E'en...

...land Where every street and public meeting glow With open freedom — little tyrants raged ; Snatched the lean morsel from the starving mouth ; Tore from cold wintry limbs the tattered weed ; Even robbed them of the last of comforts — sleep. * * * » * Ye sons of mercy ! Yet...

...land Where every street and public meeting glow With open freedom— little tyrants raged ; Snatched the lean morsel from the starving mouth ; Tore from cold wintry limbs the tattered weed ; Even robbed them of the last of comforts— sleep. ***** CAMEO XXXVI. The Prisons 1732....

...— 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; 370 Even robb'd them of the last of comforts, sleep ; The free-born Briton to the dungeon chain'd,...

...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, — little tyrants raged ; Snatched the lean morsel from the starving mouth, Tore from cold wintry limbs the tattered weed,...