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XXXI.

They keep his dust in Arqua,[411] where he died--[9.H.] The mountain-village where his latter days Went down the vale of years; and 'tis their pride-- An honest pride--and let it be their praise, To offer to the passing stranger's gaze His mansion and his sepulchre--both plain[mc] And venerably simple--such as raise A feeling more accordant with his strain Than if a Pyramid formed his monumental fane.[md]