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Lewesdon Hill, with other poems

INSCRIPTION FOR A STATUE OF FIELD-MARSHAL SUWOROW.

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This was a Warrior of renown, A Hero bred, and born to kill; Who scrupled not to shed his own[27], When he lack’d other blood to spill. And often would he turn his arms On those within his bosom bred, And quell by fire the mighty swarms[28] That with his life-blood he had fed. His person, cover’d o’er with glory, In truth was little clean or nice; And ’tis a question in his story, Whether he kill’d more men[29] or lice.

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