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CXII.

Where is the rock of Triumph,[490] the high place Where Rome embraced her heroes?--where the steep Tarpeian?--fittest goal of Treason's race, The Promontory whence the Traitor's Leap[oj] Cured all ambition?[491] Did the conquerors heap Their spoils here? Yes; and in yon field below, A thousand years of silenced factions sleep-- The Forum, where the immortal accents glow, And still the eloquent air breathes-burns with Cicero![ok][492]