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NEW POEMS She weeps to conquer;

She varies on her grenadiers

From satire up to girlish tears!

Or rather to behold her when

She plies for me the unresting pen,

And when the loud assault of squalls

Resounds upon the roof and walls,

And the low thunder growls and I

Raise my dictating voice on high.

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