The New-York Weekly Magazine, or Miscellaneous Repository / Forming an Interesting Collection of Original and Select Literary Productions in Prose and Verse

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Thus, while to praise my city numbers roll,

And soft applauses sooth each raptured soul;

How will my name to distant ages shine,

And fame, though not unfashion’d truth, be mine,

How will full bloom my opening honours crown,

And give my deathless name to high renown.

MATILDA.

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TO MATILDA.

Matilda, stop thy course of virtuous rage,