Day Seventeen
A protestor throws a most violent eruption
in demonstration for an eight-hour day
The wall over Manhattan island
demands the status quo
A mob in Constantinople
surrenders a sacred symbol of power
Junks in a struggle against the Manchus
Revenge for subverting the party
monarchy abolished
fails to rouse the clans
anarchy established
free and open to all
At the Tsar's injudicious order
Cavalry charge 'cross icy cobblestones
Don't cheer boys, the poor devils are dying
A star in Taurus explodes in a cosmic cloud
and the first English coffee house opens in Oxford
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