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A Lilliputian ODE ON CLARA's Dog.
I.
Little Hetty,Kind and pretty,
Clara's Care!
O how rare
Charms like thine!
Sparks divine
Seem to shine
In thy Eyes,
Bright and wise.
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In thy Face,
Which the Sages
Of all Ages
Might admire.
It would tire
Pope and Gay
To display
Such a Dog.
Molly Mog,
Rural Toast,
England's Boast,
And thy Foil,
With less Toil,
Was proclaim'd
By their Muses fair and fam'd.
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II.
Who wou'd notWish thy Lot!
To be kist,
And carest
By such Charms!
And in Arms,
So Divine,
Rest Supine
Every Night,
With Delight!
And at Board,
Like a Lord,
On a Chair
Great appear!
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Softly by,
And be fed
With the Bread
And the Meats
Clara eats!
Well attended,
And defended
By her Train,
Maids and Men,
Of so great an Honour vain!
III.
What DistressWill possess
And controul
Clara's Soul,
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Stops thy Breath!
Then a Crowd,
Crying loud,
To the Clay
Shall convey
Beauty gone:
And a Stone
Shall proclaim
Thy lov'd Name:
And a Verse
Shall rehearse
And shew forth
All thy Worth.
But no Art
Can impart
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Nor Relief
Can her Mind
Ever find,
While poor Hetty
Fills her Thoughts—and that's Pity.
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