Ode On The Departed Regency Bill
step thou wander wide,
to greet thy mother—a night.
and as each jarring, monster-mass is past,
fond recollect what ohou wast:
in manner due, beh this sacred oak,
hear, spirit, hear! thy presence i invoke!
by a monarch's heaven-struck fate,
by a disuate,
by a generous prince's wrongs.
by a senate's strife of tongues,
by a premier's sullen pride,
l on the ging tide;
by dread thurlow's powers to awe
rhetoric, bsphemy and w;
by the turbulent o—
a nation's otion,
by the harlot-caresses
of bh addresses,
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