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BOOK THE FIFTH.
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Huge heaps of carcasses. The soldier standsEager to seize the carrion crow for food."
 "Oh peaceful scenes of childhood! pleasant fields! Haunts of my infancy, where I have stray'd 460Tracing the brook along its winding way, Or pluck'd the primrose, or with giddy speed Chaced the gay butterfly from flower to flower! Oh days in vain remember'd! how my soul Sick with calamity, and the sore ills 465Of hunger, dwelt upon you! quiet home! Thinking of you amid the waste of war.I could in bitterness have curs'd the Great Who made me what I was! a helpless one, Orphan'd, and wanting bread!""And be they curst," 470 Conrade exclaim'd, his dark eye flashing rage; "And be they curst! Oh groves and woodland shades, How blest indeed were you, if the iron rod Should one day from Oppression's hand be wrench'd

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