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Are all content? A nation's right betrayed, And all content! Oh, slaves! oh, parricides! Oh, by the brightest hope a just man has, I blush to look around and call you men! What! with your own free willing hands yield up The ancient fabric of your constitution, To be a garrison , a common barrack, And common guard-house, and for common cut-throats! What, will ye all combine to tie a stone Each to each other's neck, and drown like dogs Within the tide of time, and never float To after ages, or at best, but float A buoyant pestilence? Can ye but dig. Your own dark graves, creep into them, and die? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IRISH MOTHER IN THE PENAL DAYS by JOHN BANIM BOUCHELLEEN-BAWN by JOHN BANIM DAMON AND PYTHIAS, SELS. by JOHN BANIM HE SAID THAT HE WAS NOT OUR BROTHER by JOHN BANIM READ THE SIGNS by CLARENCE MAJOR BALLADE AGAINST THE ENEMIES OF FRANCE by FRANCOIS VILLON TO A WEALTHY MAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |
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