Poems By Mr. Polwhele. In three volumes |
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Thus too, the illuminated mind survey'd
Its own preheminence; while now the crowd
No more assembled to distract the realm
By factious strife, but trusted to a few
(Their delegated chiefs) the common cause—
A few deep-read in history's moral page,
Inform'd by institution, and refin'd
By fashion's winning ease, by luxury's charms.
Its own preheminence; while now the crowd
No more assembled to distract the realm
By factious strife, but trusted to a few
(Their delegated chiefs) the common cause—
A few deep-read in history's moral page,
Inform'd by institution, and refin'd
By fashion's winning ease, by luxury's charms.
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