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Chaste were his steps, each kept within due bound, And Elegance was sprinkled o'er his figure; Like swift Camilla, he scarce skimmed the ground,[713] And rather held in than put forth his vigour; And then he had an ear for Music's sound, Which might defy a crotchet critic's rigour. Such classic _pas_--sans flaws--set off our hero, He glanced like a personified Bolero;[714]