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And the precious Cat.Ass. were loud in their wail,
And mute was the Corn-Exchange temple of Baal;
For the might of the party, in spite of big words,
Must melt like the snow before Protestant Lords.
From “Spirit of the Age Newspaper” for 1828.
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CHILDE HAROLD’S PILGRIMAGE.
Canto I.
“Adieu, adieu! my native shore