The Works of John Hookham Frere In Verse and Prose Now First Collected with a Prefatory Memoir by his Nephews W. E. and Sir Bartle Frere |
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GENERAL CHORUS
—Con spirito.Then friendship swear, ye faithful bands,
Swear to save a shackled hero!
See where yon abbey frowning stands!
Rescue, rescue, brave Rogero!
Casimere.
Thrall'd in a monkish tyrant's fetters
Shall great Rogero hopeless lie?
Young Pot.
In my pocket I have letters,
Saying, “Help me, or I die!”
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