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And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
A SPIRIT pass'd before me: I beheld
“ Is man more just than God? Is man more pure 66 Than he who deems even Seraphs insecure? “ Creatures of clay-vain dwellers in the dust! " The moth survives you, and are ye more just?
Things of a day! you wither ere the night, Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!"
Expende Annibalem :-quot libras in duce summo " Invenies
JUVENAL, Sat. X.
“The Emperor Nepos was acknowledged by the “ Senate, by the Italians, and by the Provincials of “ Gaul ; his moral virtues, and military talents, were
loudly celebrated; and those who derived any pri“ vate benefit from his government announced in “prophetic strains the restoration of public felicity.
"By this shameful abdication, he protracted his life
years, in a very ambiguous state, between an Emperor and an Exile, till
Gibbon's Decline and Fall, vol. 6, p. 220.