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But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 40.
O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!
Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 359.
Hope for a season bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shriek'd as Kosciusko fell![513:1]
Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 381.
On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.