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CANTO IV.] And such she was;—her daughters had their dowers

From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East

Poured in her lap all gems in sparkling showers.

In purple was she robed, and of her feast

Monarchs partook, and deemed their dignity increased.

III.

In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more,N2

And silent rows the songless Gondolier;

Her palaces are crumbling to the shore,

And Music meets not always now the ear: