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CANTO IV.] Happier Ravenna! on thy hoary shore,

Fortress of falling Empire! honoured sleeps

The immortal Exile;—Arqua, too, her store

Of tuneful relics proudly claims and keeps,

While Florence vainly begs her banished dead and weeps.

LX.

What is her Pyramid of precious stones?N22

Of porphyry, jasper, agate, and all hues

Of gem and marble, to encrust the bones

Of merchant-dukes? the momentary dews