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410 CX.

Tully was not so eloquent as thou,

Thou nameless column with the buried base!

What are the laurels of the Cæsar's brow?

Crown me with ivy from his dwelling-place.

Whose arch or pillar meets me in the face,

Titus or Trajan's? No—'tis that of Time:

Triumph, arch, pillar, all he doth displace

Scoffing; and apostolic statues climb

To crush the imperial urn, whose ashes slept sublime,