The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
There shall he love when genial morn appears, Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.
O Star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, to waft us home the message of despair?
The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history.
To bear is to conquer our fate.
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