Chapter 1552 of 1964 · 56 words · ~1 min read

XXXIII.

Which is in all respects, save now and then, A dull and desolate appendage. Gaze Upon the shades of those distinguished men Who were or are the puppet-shows of praise, The praise of persecution. Gaze again On the most favoured; and amidst the blaze Of sunset halos o'er the laurel-browed, What can ye recognise?--a gilded cloud.