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CANTO IV.] Rome for the sake of ages. Glory sheds

Her light through thy sole aperture; to those

Who worship, here are altars for their beads—

And they who feel for Genius may repose

Their eyes on honoured forms, whose busts around them close.

CXLVIII.

There is a dungeon, in whose dim drear light

What do I gaze on? Nothing—Look again!