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Such the high province of the good and great
Thro' many a reign; tho' oft their fancy glow'd
With idle projects, and amusive schemes
Utopian; tho' their fond chimeric fears
Flutter'd o'er weltering Albion, as foredoom'd
To satiate many a harpy with her blood.
Thro' many a reign; tho' oft their fancy glow'd
With idle projects, and amusive schemes
Utopian; tho' their fond chimeric fears
Flutter'd o'er weltering Albion, as foredoom'd
To satiate many a harpy with her blood.
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