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CANTO III.] Those oracles which set the world in flame,

Nor ceased to burn till kingdoms were no more:

Did he not this for France? which lay before

Bowed to the inborn tyranny of years?

Broken and trembling to the yoke she bore,

Till by the voice of him and his compeers,

Roused up to too much wrath which follows o'ergrown fears?

LXXXII.

They made themselves a fearful monument!

The wreck of old opinions—things which grew,

Breathed from the birth of Time: the veil they rent,

And what behind it lay, all earth shall view.