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NP.776.029
1-8 Jul 1776:41 (3/145)
A PARODY ON GENERAL BURGOYNE'S PROLOGUE TO THE TRAGEDY OF
ZARA.
In Boston once, ('twill stain th' historic page,)
Freedom was sunk, opprest with tyrant rage,
North, chief assassin, then the sword supplied,
And stab'd by ministerial hand--she died:
With her last breath fled ev'ry liberal art,
That polish'd life, or humaniz'd the heart;
Then rose a stage, prop'd up by martial roar,
Where truth, and sense, and Shakespear charm no more.
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