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Georgians, Armenians, Grecians, hapless Thrace cry on your name to quell th’ unspeakable horde that dooms parforce their darlings to embrace Alcoran’s precepts (tax of blood abhor’d!):
Prove, when you punish yon inhuman race, the Sage’s spirit and the Soldier’s sword; nor covet arr’ogant praise and vainest boast of vaunting valour o’er a brother-host.