George Canning (Джордж Каннинг)

The Traitor's Epitah

May this dreary abode be for ever unknown,
For ever, by virtue, by Pity, untrod;
Unbreathed be his name, and unhonor'd his stone;
The foe of his country, his monarch, his God. 

1. On the Death of His Eldest Son
2. Parody
3. The Pilgrimage to Mecca
4. All the Talents
5. Blue and Buff

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