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...how unlike their Belgic Sires of old ! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; War in each breaft, and freedom on each brow, How much unlike the Sons of Britain now ! — — Fired at the found, my Genius fpreads her wing, And ffies, where Britain courts the weftern...

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