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Where ever arm'd with adamantine Chains,
The watchful Dæmon o'er her Vassals reigns,
O'er mighty Names and Giant-Pow'rs of Lust,295
The Great, the Sage, the Happy and August.[1]
No Gleam of Hope their baleful Mansion chears,
No Sound of Honour hails their unblest Ears;
But dire Reproaches from the Friend betray'd,
The childless Sire and violated Maid;300
But vengeful Vows for guardian Laws effac'd,
From Towns inslav'd and Continents laid waste;
But long Posterity's united Groan,
And the sad Charge of Horrors not their own,
For ever thro' the trembling Space resound,305
And sink each impious Forehead to the Ground.
Ye mighty Foes of Liberty and Rest,
Give Way, do Homage to a mightier Guest!
- ↑ Ver. 296.] Titles which have been generally ascrib'd to the most pernicious of Men.
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