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Yon coward with the streaming hair	A
And visage madden'd to despair	A
With step convuls'd unsettled eye	B
And bosom lab'ring with a sigh	B
Is Guilt Behold he hears the name	C
And starts with horror fear and shame	C
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See slow Suspicion by his side	D
With winking microscopic eye	B
And Mystery his muffled guide	D
With fearful speech and head awry	B
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See scowling Malice there attend	E
Bold Falsehood an apparent friend	E
Avarice repining o'er his pelf	B
Mean Cunning lover of himself	B
Hatred the son of conscious Fear	F
Impatient Envy with a fiend like sneer	F
And shades of blasted Hopes which still are hovering near	F
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All other woes will find relief	B
And time alleviate every grief	B
Memory though slowly will decay	G
And Sorrow's empire pass away	G
Awhile Misfortune may controul	H
And Fain oppress the virtuous soul	H
Yet Innocence can still beguile	H
The patient sufferer of a smile	H
The beams of Hope may still dispense	I
A grateful feeling to the sense	I
Friendship may cast her arms around	J
And with fond tears embalm the wound	J
Or Piety's soft incense rise	K
And waft reflection to the skies	K
But those fell pangs which he endures	L
Nor Time forgets nor Kindness cures	L
Like Ocean's waves they still return	M
Like Etna's fires forever burn	M
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Hound him no genial zephyrs fly	H
No fair horizon glads his eye	H
No joys to him does Nature yield	N
The solemn grove or laughing field	N
Though both with loud rejoicings ring	O
No pleasure does the echo bring	O
Not bubbling waters as they roll	H
Can tranquillize his bursting soul	H
For Conscience still with tingling smart	P
Asserts his empire o'er his heart	P
And even when his eye lids close	Q
With clamourous scream affrights repose	R
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Oppress'd with light he seeks to shun	S
The splendid glories of the sun	S
The busy crowds that hover near	F
Torment his eye distract his ear	T
He hastens to the secret shades	U
Where not a ray the gloom pervades	U
Where Contemplation may retreat	V
And Silence take his mossy seat	V
Yet even there no peace he knows	R
His fev'rish blood no calmer flows	R
Some hid assassins 'vengeful knife	B
Is rais'd to end his wretched life	B
He shudders starts and stares around	J
With breathless fright to catch the fancied sound	J
Seeks for the dagger in his breast	W
And gripes it 'neath his ruffled vest	W
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Lo now he plunges in the flood	X
To cleanse his garments stain'd with blood	X
His sanguine arm in terror laves	R
But ah its hue defies the waves	R
Deprest bewildered thence he flies	R
And to avoid Detection tries	R
Who frowning still before him stands	R
The sword of Justice in her hands	R
Abhorrent Scorn unpitying Shame	C
And Punishments without a name	C
Still on her sounding steps attend	E
And every added horror lend	E
He turns away with dread and fear	F
But the fell spectres still are near	F
Though Falsehood's mazes see him wind	Y
Yet Infamy is close behind	Y
Lifting her horn with horrors fraught	Z
Whose hideous yell is frenzy to the thought	Z
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Now maniac like he comes again	A2
And mixes with the jocund train	B2
But still those eyes that wildly roll	H
Bespeak the tempest in his soul	H
In yon deep cave he strives to rest	W
But Mem'ry harrows up his breast	W
He clasps the goblet foe to Care	A
And lo Distraction hovers there	A
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Ah hapless wretch condemn'd to know	C2
The sad varieties of woe	C2
Where'er thy footsteps turn to meet	V
An earthquake yawning at thy feet	V
While o'er thy head pale meteors glare	A
And boding tempests fill the air	A
In throbbing anguish doom'd to roam	D2
Yet never find a peaceful home	D2
Haste to the shrine of Mercy hie	E2
There lift the penitential eye	H
With breaking heart thy sins deplore	F2
And wound Integrity no more	F2
Repentance then thy soul shall save	B
And snatch thee ransom'd from the grave	B
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JULY	H
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The death of Selred last King of the East Saxons reduced that part	P
of the Heptarchy to dependance on Mercia The rest is imaginary	G2

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