44.
How beautiful he is! O how beautiful he is!
_Ibid._
He is as beautiful as he is holy.
86.
O God, where am I? what pleasure ravishes my soul!
90.
The memory of Cassius and Brutus made a deeper impression on
the minds of the spectators, on this very account, that their
statues were _not_ seen in the procession.
95.
Many have held the empire longer; none ever relinquished it
from more generous motives.
99.
Now by rich Circe’s coast they bend their way.
100.
Last with her martial troops all sheathed in brass,
Camilla came, a queen of Volscian race;
Nor were the web or loom the virgin’s care,
But arms and coursers, and the toils of war.
She led the rapid race, and left behind
The flagging floods, and pinions of the wind:
Lightly she flies along the level plain,
Nor hurts the tender grass, nor bends the golden grain.