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NYJ-N.776.056
6 Jun 1776:41 (1744)
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 Shakespeare charm no more.
To sooth those times, replete with guilty fears,
And lull corroding thought, that stage appears,
Where painted belles with brother beaux are pleas'd,
And heads with love of pageantry diseas'd.
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