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338 XIII.

Before St. Mark still glow his Steeds of brass,

Their gilded collars glittering in the sun;

But is not Doria's menace come to pass?N6

Are they not bridled?—Venice, lost and won,

Her thirteen hundred years of freedom done,

Sinks, like a sea-weed, unto whence she rose!