Thou who loved Juvenal, and filed His style so sharp to scar imperial brows, And lent the lustre lightening The gloom in Dante`s murky verse that flows,-- Muse Indignation! haste and help My building up before this roseate realm And its fruitless victories, Whence transient shame Right`s prophets overwhelm, So many pillories deserved, That eyes to come will pry without avail Upon the wood impenetrant, And glean no glitter of its tarnished tale.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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