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...heart — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd— To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their...conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame findsAvings on every wind. The subject was doubtless first suggested by the singularly wild and gloomy...