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In marble-paved pavilion, where a spring

Of living water from the centre rose,

Whose bubbling did a genial freshness fling,

And soft voluptuous couches breathed repose,

Ali reclined, a man of war and woes:160 Yet in his lineaments ye cannot trace, While Gentleness her milder radiance throws161 Along that agéd venerable face, The deeds that lurk beneath, and stain him with disgrace.