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I NTRUDER , hence! — the Pedant's tool!
Away to culprits lash'd at school!
Nor scare with menac'd pain and grief
The votaries of the Aspen leaf,
That whispers to the note of Love,
And prompts the music of the Dove;
Or tunes the air to Sappho's lyre,
Whom Fancy and the Muse inspire.
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