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 * Those nows you managed in a special style."
 * "If ever you have leisure, sire, you shall
 * See scraps of mine will make it worth your while,
 * Tit-bits for Phœbus!—yes, you well may smile.
 * Hark! hark ! the bells!" "A little further yet,
 * Good Hum, and let me view this mighty coil."
 * Then the great Emperor full graceful set

His elbow for a prop, and snuff'd his mignonette."


 * With rival clamors ring from every spire;
 * Cunningly-station'd music dies and swells
 * In echoing places; when the winds respire,
 * Light flags stream out like gauzy tongues of fire;
 * A metropolitan murmur, lifeful, warm,
 * Comes from the northern suburbs; rich attire
 * Freckles with red and gold the moving swarm;

While here and there clear trumpets blow a keen alarm.


 * Like the old pageant of Aurora's train,
 * Above a pearl-built minster, hovering near;
 * First wily Crafticant, the chamberlain,
 * Balanced upon his gray-grown pinions twain
 * His slender wand officially reveal'd;
 * Then black gnomes scattering sixpences like rain;