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...Contrast. Thus, after describing the effeminate and debased Romans, the Poet proceeds to the Swiss : " My soul, turn from them — turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display." And, after painting some defects in the manners of this gallant but unrefined people, his thoughts...

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