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ODES.
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To the Right Honourable
ROBERT WALPOLE Esq;
June 15, 1724.
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Minister of England's weal,
Have you leisure for a song,
Tripping lightly o'er the tongue, 4
Swift and sweet in every measure,
Tell me, Walpole, have you leisure?
Nothing lofty will I sing,
Nothing of the favourite king, 8
Something, rather, sung with ease,
Simply elegant to please.
Fairy virgin, British muse,
Some unheard of story chuse: 12
Chuse the Glory of the swain,
Gifted with a magick strain,
Swaging grief of every kind,
Healing, with a verse, the mind: 16
Some unheard of story chuse: 12
Chuse the Glory of the swain,
Gifted with a magick strain,
Swaging grief of every kind,
Healing, with a verse, the mind: 16
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