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CC-H.776.046
2 Dec 1776:13 (619)
This disconsolate power's account of poor old England, and
the various swarms of vultures from America, that are now
pressing to devour the last morsels from her worn out bones,
put us in mind of [Miren's] picture of sin, who, having
suffered escape from death, produced a tale of monsters that
kept constantly preying in her own vitals, and thus
described her situation
And in embraces [ ]able and foul
Ingendering villians, of [ ] begot
[ ] yelling monsters, [ ] with [ ]
Surround me, at thou sur[ ], hourly conceiv'd
And hourly [ ]pin with sorrow infinite
To me; for when they [ ] into the woumb
That brew them they return, and howl and groan
My bowels, their repast; then bursting forth
Across with constant terror vex me round,
That rest or in [ ]sion were I find.'
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