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OF THE GUARDS IN HYDE-PARK .

Let meaner beauties conquer fingly still,
But haughty Mira will by thousands kill;
Thro' armed ranks triumphantly she drives,
And with one glance commands a thousand lives:
The trembling heroes nor resist nor fly,
But at the head of all their squadrons die.
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