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XXXV.
The pomp has deepen'd. Thro' the Louvre-archSwells out the horse and foot's unwearied tide;
A sheet of steel the close-lock'd column's march,
Waving, as plants the mass its solid stride;
A following cloud, the squadron's plume of pride
Floating above.—But soon and statelier bound
A troop, to whom, as down the lines they ride,
The deep drums roll, the standards stoop profound,
The upturn'd trumpets give the rich, saluting sound.
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