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Weave the warp, and weave the woof,The winding-sheet of Edward's race. 50Give ample room, and verge enoughThe characters of hell to trace.Mark the year, and mark the night,When Severn shall reëcho with affrightThe shrieks of death thro' Berkeley's roofs that ring, 55Shrieks of an agonizing king!She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs,That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate,From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangsThe scourge of heaven. What terrors round him wait! 60Amazement in his van, with Flight combin'd,And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude behind.
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