And how the rigid Minister[[321]] prevail’d.
And ah! what verse can grace thy stately mien,
Guide of the world, preferment’s golden queen,
Neckar’s fair daughter,—Stael the Epicene!
Bright o’er whose flaming cheek and pumple[[322]] nose
The bloom of young desire unceasing glows!
Fain would the Muse—but ah! she dares no more,
A mournful voice from lone Guyana’s shore,[[323]]
Sad Quatremer-the bold presumption checks,
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