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CXI.

Buried in air, the deep blue sky of Rome, And looking to the stars: they had contained A Spirit which with these would find a home, The last of those who o'er the whole earth reigned, The Roman Globe--for, after, none sustained, But yielded back his conquests:--he was more Than a mere Alexander, and, unstained With household blood and wine, serenely wore His sovereign virtues--still we Trajan's[489] name adore.