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28 Flashing disdainful underneath her veil; A Negro follows, bearing in her suit Her favourite partridge in its cage of gold. Then comes an Aga in his gorgeous dress Rapidly riding. Sombre and severe His look. The thunderous gallop of his steed Raises a dust-cloud, and his silver arms, Struck by the sunbeams, through the olive groves Send lightning scintillations near and far. He darts at us a scrutinising glance As he rides past, while thoughtfully I muse— Lo, here is Sparta, here is Greece entire, A slave, a tyrant, ruins and bright flowers!