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...you a(k, can we e'er hope to foar Above thele fcenes, and rife to tragic lore ? Too oft, alas, we've forc'd th' unwilling tear, And petrified the heart...applaufe will reap, For fome of us, I fear, have murder'd deep ; His lady too with grace will deep and talk. Our females have been us'd at night to walk. Sometimes,...

...you ask, can we e'er hope to soar, Above these scenes, and rise to Tragic lore? Too oft, alas, we've forc'd th' unwilling tear, And petrified the heart with real fear. Macbeth, a harvest of applause will itif, For some of us, I fear, have murde- j ' sleep ; His lady too with grace...

...can we e'er hope to foar Above thefe fcenes, and rife to tragic lore ? Too oft, alas, we've (brc'd th' unwilling tear, And petrified the heart with real fear. Macbeth a har»?ft of applaufe will reap, For lome of us, I fear, have murder'd fleep ; His lady too with grace...

...face have fometimes ow'd efcape, And Hounflow Heath has prov'd the worth of crape. But how, you afk, can we e'er hope to foar Above thefe fcenes, and rife...applaufe will reap, For fome of us, I fear, have murder'd deep ; His Lady, too, with grace, will fleep and talk — Our females have been us'd at night to walk....

...you ask, can we e'er hope to soar Above these scenes, and rise to tragic lore ? Too oft, alas! we've forc'd th' unwilling tear^ And petrified the heart with real fear. Macbeth, a harvest of applause will reap, For some of us, I fear, have murdered sleep; His lady too with grace...

...the pockets of the prigging race, George Barrington's memory must be acquitted. Too oft, alas, we're forc'd th' unwilling tear. And petrified the heart with real fear. Macbeth, a harvest of applause will reap. For some of us, I fear, bave murder'd sleep ; His lady, too, with grace...

...can we e'er hope to soar Above these scenes, and rise to tragic lore ? Too oft, alas ! we've forced th' unwilling tear, And petrified the heart with real fear. Macbeth a harvest of applause will reap, For some of us, I fear, have murdered sleep ; His lady too with grace...

...can we e'er hope to soar Above these scenes, and rise to tragic lore ? For oft, alas ! we've forced th' unwilling tear, And petrified the heart with real fear. Macbeth a harvest of applause will reap, For some of us, I fear, have murdered sleep ; His lady, too, with grace...

...can we e'er hope to soar Above these scenes, and rise to tragic lore ? Too oft, alas ! we've forced th' unwilling tear, And petrified the heart with real fear. Macbeth a harvest of applause will reap, For some of us, I fear, have murdered sleep ; His lady, too, with grace...