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6O POEMS.
��XLV. - THE PAST.
��HP HE past is such a curious creature, -* To look her in the face A transport may reward us, Or a disgrace.
Unarmed if any meet her,
I charge him, fly ! Her rusty ammunition
Might yet reply !
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