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Slaves cannot breathe in England if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free They touch our country, and their shackles fall.

William Cowper

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William Cowper
Age: 68 †
Born: 1731
Born: November 26
Died: 1800
Died: April 25
Hymnwriter
Poet
Poet Lawyer
Translator
Writer
Berkhamsted
Hertfordshire
Cannot
Slave
Country
Touch
England
Shackles
Air
Lungs
Free
Slaves
Moment
Receive
Fall
Breathe
Moments
Slavery

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