Jane Austen (Джейн Остин)

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Of a Ministry pitiful, angry, mean,
A gallant commander the victim is seen.
For promptitude, vigour, success, does he stand
Condemn’d to receive a severe reprimand!
To his foes I could wish a resemblance in fate:
That they, too, may suffer themselves, soon or late,
The injustice they warrent. But vain is my spite
They cannot so suffer who never do right.

1. See They Come, Post Haste from Thanet
2. Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend
3. Miss Lloyd Has Now Went to Miss Green
4. When Stretch’d on One’s Bed
5. When Winchester Races

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