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to pound,In Baron Newton's land;Where my aspiring head aloft is rear'd,T' observe the motions of the ethereal herd."Here sometimes rais'd a machine by my side,Through which is seen the sparkling milky tide:Here oft I'm scented with a balmy dew,A pleasing blessing which the Strand ne'er knew."There stood I only to receive abuse,But here converted to a nobler use;So that with me all passengers will say,I'm better far than when the Pole of May."
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Our correspondent assures us that the above lines were written many months before "The Tribute of Roses" appeared in the Literary Gazette.—See Mirror, vol. xvi. page 176.