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 * That seem'd throughout with upheld faces paved;
 * Look where we will, our bird's-eye vision meets
 * Legions of holiday; bright standards waved,
 * And fluttering ensigns emulously craved
 * Our minute's glance; a busy thunderous roar,
 * From square to square, among the buildings raved,
 * As when the sea, at flow, gluts up once more

The craggy hollowness of a wild-reefed shore.

shouted they!
 * While that fair Princess, from her winged chair,
 * Bow'd low with high demeanor, and, to pay
 * Their new-blown loyalty with guerdon fair,
 * Still emptied, at meet distance, here and there,
 * A plenty horn of jewels. And here I
 * (Who wish to give the devil her due) declare
 * Against that ugly piece of calumny,

Which calls them Highland pebble-stones not worth a fly.

they shouted, while we glide
 * 'Slant to a light Ionic portico,
 * The city's delicacy, and the pride
 * Of our Imperial Basilic; a row
 * Of lords and ladies, on each hand, make show
 * Submissive of knee-bent obeisance,
 * All down the steps; and, as we enter'd, lo!
 * The strangest sight—the most unlook'd-for chance—

All things turn'd topsy-turvy in a devil's dance.