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 Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And...  The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ... - Seite 232 1803 Vollansicht -
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