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...conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ' how unlike their Belgic sires of old I Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; War in each...each brow; How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! Fir'd at the sound my genius spreads her wing, And flies where Britain courts the western spring...

...graves, J3J» And calmly bent, to servitude conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Rough,...bold; War in each breast, and freedom on each brow; Hoiv much unlike the sons of Britain now I \ Fir'd at the sound my genius spreads hef wing, And flies...

...dishonourable graves, And calmly bent, to servitude confor*, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Rough,...each brow ; How much unlike the sons of Britain now I Fir'd at the sound my genius spreads her wing, And flies where Britain courts the western spring...

...conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heav'ns ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old I Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold; War in each...each brow; How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! Fir'd at the sound, my genius spreads her wing, And flies where Britain courts the western spring;...

...lines, feems to be fuggefted by the accidental mention of a word ; and is certainly one of the happieft in our language : Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic...Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; War in each breaft, and freedom on each brow, How much unlike the Sons of Britain now ! — — Fired at the found,...

...how unlike their Belgic Sires of old ! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; War in each breaft, and freedom on each brow, How much unlike the Sons of Britain now ! — — Fired at the found, my Genius fpreads her wing, And ffies, where Britain courts the weftern fpring. Numberlefs illuftrations...

...conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old j Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; War in each...freedom on each brow.... How much unlike the sons of Btitain now ! Fir'd at the sound, my genitts spreads her whig, And flies where Britain courts (he western...

...graves, And, calmly bent, to servitude conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heav'ns ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Rough, poor,...each brow ; How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! Fir'd at the sound, my genius spreads her wing, And flies where Britain courts the western spring...

...Bull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Hough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; War in each breast,...each brow; How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! Fir'd at the sound, my genius spreads her wing, And flies where Britain courts the western spring...