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Page 1 - I met Murder on the way — He had a mask like Castlereagh — Very smooth he looked, yet grim ; Seven blood-hounds followed him : All were fat; and well they might Be in admirable plight, For one by one, and two by two, He tossed them human hearts to chew Which from his wide cloak he drew.
Page 10 - Be your strong and simple words Keen to wound as sharpened swords, And wide as targes let them be, With their shade to cover ye.
Page 8 - Thou art clothes, and fire, and food For the trampled multitude — No — in countries that are free Such starvation cannot be As in England now we see.