The Powers of the Pen A poem addressed to John Curre ... By E. Lloyd ... The second edition, with large additions |
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Thus proverb'd, scoff'd at, and derided,
Their Kingdom 'gainst itself divided,
And (like old Satan's) cou'd not stand,
But tumbled from its Base of Sand.
For these rich Services from Thee
In the blythe Vale of Liberty
Grows a fresh Garland, that shall bloom
For ever on her Churchill's Tomb!
Their Kingdom 'gainst itself divided,
And (like old Satan's) cou'd not stand,
But tumbled from its Base of Sand.
For these rich Services from Thee
In the blythe Vale of Liberty
Grows a fresh Garland, that shall bloom
For ever on her Churchill's Tomb!
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