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See! in the Horrors of yon House of Woes,
Troops of all Maladies the Fiend enclose!
High on a Trophy rais'd of human Bones,
Swords, Spears, and Arrows, and sepulchral Stones,
In horrid State the reigns! attendant Ills
Besiege her Throne, and when she frowns, she kills:
Thro' the thick Gloom the Torch red-gleaming burns
O'er Shrouds, and sable Palls, and mould'ring Urns:
While flowing Stoles, black Plumes, and Scutcheons spread
An idle Pomp around the silent Dead:
Unaw'd by Pow'r, in common Heaps she flings
The Scrips of Beggars, and the Crowns of Kings:
Here Gales of Sighs, instead of Breezes blow,
And Streams of Tears for ever-murmuring flow:
The mournful Yeugh with solemn Horror waves
His baleful Branches, sad'ning ev'n the Graves:
Troops of all Maladies the Fiend enclose!
High on a Trophy rais'd of human Bones,
Swords, Spears, and Arrows, and sepulchral Stones,
In horrid State the reigns! attendant Ills
Besiege her Throne, and when she frowns, she kills:
Thro' the thick Gloom the Torch red-gleaming burns
O'er Shrouds, and sable Palls, and mould'ring Urns:
While flowing Stoles, black Plumes, and Scutcheons spread
An idle Pomp around the silent Dead:
Unaw'd by Pow'r, in common Heaps she flings
The Scrips of Beggars, and the Crowns of Kings:
Here Gales of Sighs, instead of Breezes blow,
And Streams of Tears for ever-murmuring flow:
The mournful Yeugh with solemn Horror waves
His baleful Branches, sad'ning ev'n the Graves:
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