Part 1 — Part i. Line 7.
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'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
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O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save.
Line 381.
Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.