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220 Thus Pope by Curl and Dennis was destroyed,

Thus Gray and Mason yield to furious Loyd;

From Dryden, Milbourne tears the palm away,

And thus I fall, though meaner far than they.

As in the field of combat, side by side,

A Fabius and some noble Roman died. Dec. 1806.

L'AMITÉ EST L'AMOUR SANS AILES.

1.

should my anxious breast repine,

Because my youth is fled?

Days of delight may still be mine;

Affection is not dead.

In tracing back the years of youth,

One firm record, one lasting truth

Celestial consolation brings;

Bear it, ye breezes, to the seat,

Where first my heart responsive beat,—

"Friendship is Love without his wings!"