For freedom 's battle, once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.
For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft is ever won.lord byron
Where may the wearied eye repose When gazing on the Great ; Where neither guilty glory glows, Nor despicable state? Yes one the first the last the best The Cincinnatus of the West, Whom envy dared not hate , Bequeath'd the name of Washington , To make man blush there was but one!lord byron
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