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EJMP.776.040
21 Jun 1776:41,42 (3/129)
[M'Fingal, continued]
Rise then, ere ruin swift surprise,
To victory, to vengeance rise!
Hark, how the distant din alarms!
The echoing trumpet breathes to arms.
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As thus he said, the Tories' anger
Could now restrain itself no longer,
Who tri'd before by many a freak, or
Insulting noise to stop the speaker;
Swung th' unoil'd hinge of each pew door;
Their feet kept shuffling on the floor;
Made their disapprobation known
By many a murmur, hum and groan;
That to his speech suppli'd the place
Of counterpart in thorough-base:
As bagpipes, while the tune they breathe,
Still groan and grumble underneath;
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