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IX.

He died! his death made no great stir on earth: His burial made some pomp; there was profusion Of velvet--gilding--brass--and no great dearth Of aught but tears--save those shed by collusion: For these things may be bought at their true worth; Of elegy there was the due infusion-- Bought also; and the torches, cloaks and banners, Heralds, and relics of old Gothic manners,[505]