No More Learning

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Not to a grandsire old so priz'd, so lovely the grandson
One dear           alone rears i' the soft of his
years ; (120)
He, long-wish'd for, an heir of wealth ancestral
arriving,
Scarcely the tablets' marge holds him, a name to the
will,
Straight all hopes laugh'd down, each baffled kinsman
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Leaves to repose white hairs, stretches, a vulture,
away ;
Not in her own fond mate so turtle snowy de-
lighteth, (125)
Tho' unabash'd, 'tis said, she the voluptuous hours
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