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Faction
Near the Imperial Palace's Remains,
Where nothing now but Desolation Reigns;
(Fatal Presage of Monarchy's decline,
And Extirpation of the Regal Line!)
There stands an Antique Venerable Pile,
Whose Lords were once the Glories of our Isle:
But now it Mourns that Race of Heroe's Dead,
And droops, and hangs its Melancholy Head.
This Pile (howe'er for better Ends design'd,
An Emblem of the Noble Founder's Mind)
Is Faction's Refuge; where she keeps her Court,
Where all her darling Votaries Resort.
Here, when their glorious N——— fell, they met
On new Resolves and Measures to Debate.
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