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One next advanced who with an accent wild,Pourtray'd the terrors of the maniac's child;
Each hearer's breast with horror thrill'd the while,
Deeming they saw the madman's moody smile;
Shudd'ring, they cried, Forbear! E'en Gog, afraid,
Call'd, it is said, for gin's emboldening aid.
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