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Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time,Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime;Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe,Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe!Dropp'd from her nerveless grasp the shatter'd spear,Closed her bright eye, and curb'd her high career;—Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,And Freedom shriek'd—as Kosciusko fell!


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