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Unformatted text preview: Every black'ning Church appalls; And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls. But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse ....
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This note was uploaded on 01/13/2012 for the course IS 3020 taught by Professor Staff during the Spring '08 term at Kennesaw.
- Spring '08