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394 Thee more than mortal? and that so supine

By aught than Romans Rome should thus be laid?

She who was named Eternal, and arrayed

Her warriors but to conquer—she who veiled

Earth with her haughty shadow, and displayed,

Until the o'er-canopied horizon failed,

Her rushing wings—Oh! she who was Almighty hailed!

LXXXV.

Sylla was first of victors; but our own,

The sagest of usurpers, Cromwell!—he

Too swept off senates while he hewed the throne

Down to a block—immortal rebel! See

What crimes it costs to be a moment free,

And famous through all ages! but beneath

His fate the moral lurks of destiny;

His day of double victory and death

Beheld him win two realms, and, happier, yield his breath.