Chapter LXVIII

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How fiercely flew that eagle o'er the plain!
Then, Albion, sunk thy lion's lordly crest;
Behold! again he shakes his brist'ling mane--
There is a serpent in that eagle's nest,
Seeking to sting her, in the feint to help,
And give her free brood to the lion's whelp--
She strikes the reptile, headless down to earth--
And thus may Treason die, let who will give it birth!