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255 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
320 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where balls and bullets thickest hail, the Prince of Prussia stands, And scanning all the foeman's ranks, the field his eye commands ; Then comes a warrior, old and sage, he wins the Prince's ear, And whispers much of prudence due from one to Prussia dear.
426 ÆäÀÌÁö - END OF VOL. I. LONDON : Printed by Schulze and Co., 13, Poland Street.
1 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sed et de reconciliandis invicem inimicis, et jungendis adfinitatibus , et adsciscendis principibus, de pace denique ac bello, plerumque in conviviis consultant; tamquam nullo magis tempore, aut ad simplices cogitationes pateat animus , aut ad magnas incalescat.

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