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Yet hath venality, with frequent clang,
Sounded its pinions ominous, and snuff'd
The promis'd feast. And Britons long had fall'n
Its prey, but for St. AUBYN's honest pride,
And WYNDHAM's worth, and CHATHAM's glorious zeal!
For tho' full oft these patriot spirits strove,
Too feeble to exterminate the foe,
Still by reiterated force, they check'd
The venom'd pest, and dash'd its rising rage.
Sounded its pinions ominous, and snuff'd
The promis'd feast. And Britons long had fall'n
Its prey, but for St. AUBYN's honest pride,
And WYNDHAM's worth, and CHATHAM's glorious zeal!
For tho' full oft these patriot spirits strove,
Too feeble to exterminate the foe,
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The venom'd pest, and dash'd its rising rage.
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