Poem by Jane Austen

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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. When Stretch’d on One’s Bed
3. Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend
4. Miss Lloyd Has Now Went to Miss Green
5. To the Memory of Mrs. Lefroy Who Died December 16 - My Birthday.

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