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76 THE WEAVEIt'S BOY. Oh, had thy genius seiz'd the mournful tale, Crabbe, whom the Passions' geuuine Bard I hail, Nor marvel thou should'st choose the lowly sphere, In which their native energies appear, How had'st thou charm'd the world, and rescued me From the faint copy I inscribe to thee ! ......... ?Google
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