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340 Though making many slaves, Herself still free,

And Europe's bulwark 'gainst the Ottomite;

Witness Troy's rival, Candia! Vouch it, ye

Immortal waves that saw Lepanto's fight!

For ye are names no Time nor Tyranny can blight.

XV.

Statues of glass—all shivered—the long file

Of her dead Doges are declined to dust;

But where they dwelt, the vast and sumptuous pile

Bespeaks the pageant of their splendid trust;

Their sceptre broken, and their sword in rust,

Have yielded to the stranger: empty halls,