The Poetical Works of Thomas Chatterton with an essay on the Rowley poems by the Rev. Walter W. Skeat and a memoir by Edward Bell |
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Har.Still murmuring at their fate, still to the king
They roll their troubles, like a surgy sea.
Hath England then a tongue, but not a sting?
Do all complain, yet none will righted be?
God.
Await the time, when God will send us aid.
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No; we must strive to aid ourselves with power.
When God will send us aid! 'tis bravely prayed!
Must we thus cast away the livelong hour?
Thus cross our arms, and not to live dareygn,
Unburlèd, undelievre, unespryte?
Far from my heart be fled that thought of pain,
I'll free my country, or I'll die in fight.
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