Th' insulting tyrant, prancing o'er the field Strow'd with Rome's citizens, and drench'd in slaughter, His horse's hoofs wet with Patrician blood ! Oh, Portius ! is there not some chosen curse, Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, Red with uncommon...
Inside Out, Or, An Interior View of the New-York State Prison: Together with ... - Page 114
by W. A. Coffey - 1823 - 251 pages
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