Poems By Mr. Polwhele. In three volumes |
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'Tis in the circles, where exults the power
Of pleasing, (CHESTERFIELD's much-boasted art),
Where spirit joins with gracefulness—'tis there,
Where female wit, in sparkling beauty gay,
Heightens the lustre of exterior charms;
Thy converse shall the metaphor chastize
Too glaring, and relax its stiff attire.
Of pleasing, (CHESTERFIELD's much-boasted art),
Where spirit joins with gracefulness—'tis there,
Where female wit, in sparkling beauty gay,
Heightens the lustre of exterior charms;
Thy converse shall the metaphor chastize
Too glaring, and relax its stiff attire.
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