Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
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For even though vanquished, he could argue still;
While words of learned length and thundering sound
Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around;
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew
That one small head could carry all he knew.
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Contrived a double debt to pay.
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One native charm than all the gloss of art.
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The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy.