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xl.

.(With that she tore her robe apart, and half

The polish'd argent of her breast to sight
Laid bare. Thereto she pointed with a laugh,
Showing the aspick's bite.)

xli.

"I died a Queen. The Roman soldier found

Me lying dead, my crown about my brows,
A name for ever!—lying robed and crown'd,
Worthy a Roman spouse."

xlii.

Her warbling voice, a lyre of widest range

Struck by all passion, did fall down and glance
From tone to tone, and glided thro' all change
Of liveliest utterance.

xlii.

When she made pause I knew not for delight;

Because with sudden motion from the ground
She raised her piercing orbs, and fill'd with light
The interval of sound.