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IL.781.069
5 Nov 1781:41 (4/180)
From the Freeman's Journal.
AN EPISTLE FROM LORD CORNWALLIS TO SIR HENRY CLINTON.
From clouds of smoke, and flames that round me glow,
To you dear Clinton I disclose my woe:
Here cannons flash, bombs glance, and bullets fly;
Not Satan's self endures such misery. . .
. . . [40 lines]
Tir'd with long acting on this bloody stage,
Sick of the follies of a wrangling age--
Come with your fleet and help me to retire
To Britain's coast, the land of my desire--
. . . [8 more lines]
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