Question

Beythos there the man, with soulso dead,
Who never to himself hath sald,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him buma'l
As home his footsteps he hath tum'd
From wandering on a foreign stranal!
If such there breathe, Ho, mark him woll;
For him no Minstrel saplures swell)
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titten, power, and poli,
The wretch, concentred all in soll,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonoured, and unaung,​

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