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30 Lacerate all his gory frame; he writhes In agony; for every living wound Men have inflamed with diabolic art!

A pomp barbarian reigneth everywhere. Nobles are slung in hammocks of rich silk, Turban'd, and motley'd with qnaint ornament; Or rest their gold-encnmber'd arms on heads Of yonng lithe favourites, wearing cloth of gold; Velvety smooth boys, eyed with slumbrous fire; While others flirt long gold-bound elephant-tails. Nigh to the monarch squats a hideous dwarf; And a white negro with two small pink eyes. There is a trampling of arm'd cavalry; Barbs in rich mail, brightly caparison'd, Mounted by swarthy horsemen, champ the bit, Their riders quivering bronze assegais. Hearken! lewd revelry of dancing slaves, Clashing with cymbal, tabor, castanet