...of martyrs, The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt, with dry wood her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by...twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the mur derous buckshot and the bullets, All these I feel or am. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the...

...of martyrs. The mother of old, condemn'd for a witi h, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and the bullets, Afl these I feel or am. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are...

...children gazing on ; The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover' d with sweat ; The twinges that sting like needles his...buckshot and the bullets ; All these I feel, or am. 1 Line 826 ndded in 1860. 1 "olden" added in 1870. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the...

...; The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover' d with sweat ; I'hc twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck...buckshot and the bullets ; All these I feel, or am. 1 Line 826 added in 1860. '"olden" added in 1870. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the...

...olden1 martyrs ; The mother, condemn' d for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on ; The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover' d with sweat ; The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck — the murderous buckshot...

...of martyrs, The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by...the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, rmen Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksI clutch the rails of the fence,...

...calmness of martyrs, The mother, condemned for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, covered with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck — the murderous buck-shot...

...martyrs, The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing ОП, 120 The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by...I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the clogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the...

...martyrs, The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, no The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, eover'd with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and...

...of Love and Democracy, and the greatness of Religion." He identifies himself with every experience: "I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the days. Hell and despair ar: upon me, Crack and again cra^k the marksmen. I clutch the rails of the fence,...