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... field of battle , and returning to Boston . * " See Fingal , an ancient Epic Poem , published as the work of Ossian , a Cale- donian Bard , of the third Century , by James McPherson , a Scotch ministerial scribbler . Had gain'd the ...
... field of battle , and returning to Boston . * " See Fingal , an ancient Epic Poem , published as the work of Ossian , a Cale- donian Bard , of the third Century , by James McPherson , a Scotch ministerial scribbler . Had gain'd the ...
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... in the war before last , came forward with activity in the beginning of the war of independence ; bat his age and infirmity obliged him soon to quit the field . Besides , the Whigs have all been set on , CANTO I. 35 M.FINGAL .
... in the war before last , came forward with activity in the beginning of the war of independence ; bat his age and infirmity obliged him soon to quit the field . Besides , the Whigs have all been set on , CANTO I. 35 M.FINGAL .
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... field , and employed to carry their famous town - resolves to Boston . He armed him- self in a ridiculous military array , as- another Hudibras , pretending he was a- fraid he should be robbed of them . " Parade these Gen'rals forth to ...
... field , and employed to carry their famous town - resolves to Boston . He armed him- self in a ridiculous military array , as- another Hudibras , pretending he was a- fraid he should be robbed of them . " Parade these Gen'rals forth to ...
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... fields of fate . Who brav'd all deaths by land or sea , Who bled , who conquer'd to be free ! Hence ! coward souls , the worst disgrace Of our forefathers , valiant race ; Hie homeward from the glorious field ; There turn the wheel ...
... fields of fate . Who brav'd all deaths by land or sea , Who bled , who conquer'd to be free ! Hence ! coward souls , the worst disgrace Of our forefathers , valiant race ; Hie homeward from the glorious field ; There turn the wheel ...
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... field ; Nor did M'Fingal shun the foe , * " The learned reader will readily ob- " serve the allusions in this scene to the sin- gle combat of Paris and Menclaus , in Homer ; Aneas and Turnus in Virgil , and Michael and Satan in Milton ...
... field ; Nor did M'Fingal shun the foe , * " The learned reader will readily ob- " serve the allusions in this scene to the sin- gle combat of Paris and Menclaus , in Homer ; Aneas and Turnus in Virgil , and Michael and Satan in Milton ...
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Æneid ancient arm'd arms army ascend band battle Behold beneath blunderbuss boasted Boston Britain British Lion British troops Burgoyne call'd CANTO chief command conqu'ring Constable crew cried crimes daring doom'd dread e'er erst ev'ry eyes faith fam'd fame fatal fate fear feathers fierce fight Fingal fir'd foes fray friends Gage Gage's gain'd gainst gallows gen'ral glory grave hand head Heav'n heroes Honorius Hudibras join'd KEGS King land look'd Lord Lord Cornwallis Lord North M'Fingal Malcolm Marshfield mighty ministerial mortal ne'er New-York night o'er once parade patriot petticoated plain pole pow'r proclamations quoth race rais'd rebel rise roll'd round royal ruin Sandemanian Satan scarce scenes second-sight sedition sent shore sight skies soul speech spread Squire stand stood Styx sword tar and feathers terror Tories tow'ring town town-meeting trembling triumph turn'd twas us'd Whence Whiggish Whigs Yankies
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Page 104 - Tory in the town, And now in full examination Convicted by his own confession, Finding no tokens of repentance, This Court proceeds to render sentence: That first the Mob a slip-knot single Tie round the neck of said M'FiNGAL, And in due form do tar him next, And feather, as the law directs; Then through the town attendant ride him In cart with Constable beside him, And having held him up to shame, Bring to the pole, from whence he came.
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