...&c. O ceafe, my Fears ! all frantic as I go, When Thought creates unnumber'd Scenes of Woe, 5 What What if the Lion in his Rage I meet ! Oft in the Duft I view his printed Feet : And fearful ! oft, when Day's declining Light Yields her pale Empire...

...my way !" O ceafe, my fears! — All frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumber'd fcenes of woe, What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the duft I view his printed feet : • • And fearful ! oft, when days declining light Yields her pale...

...woe, What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the daft I view his printed feet : And fearful I oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rous'd, he fcours the groaning plain, Gaunt wolves and fullen tygers in his train : Before them death...

...way !" O ceafe, my fears ! — all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumber'd fcenes of woe, What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the duft I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when- day's decKning light Yields her pale empire...

...thought creates unnumber'd fcenes of woe : What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — > Oft, in the duft, I view his printed feet ; And, fearful ! oft, when...Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rous'd, he fcours the groaning plain, Gaunt wolves and fallen tygers in his train : Before them death...

...way !" O ceafe, my fears ! — all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumber'd fcenes of woe : What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft, in the duft, I view his printed feet : ( And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire...

...thought creates unaumber'd fcenes of woe, What if the lion in his rage I meet !— s Oft in the duft I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when...Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rous'd, he fcours the groaning plain, Gaunt wolves and fullen tygers in his train : Before them death...

...way !" O ceafe, my fears ! — all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumber'd fcenes of woe, What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the duft I view his printed feet : And fearful! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire...

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