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 And thrice his hoary curls he sternly shook, While grief and anger mingled in his look; Then to its height his faltering voice he rear'd, And through the fleet these awful words were heard:


 * O frantic thirst of honour and of fame,

The crowd's blind tribute, a fallacious name; What