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CANTO II
Of the supper that Apollo gave his visitors, and with what sort of spectacle and of after-course he amazed them.
Y OU remember those supper-room walls, made of flowers,
Which beat whatsoever for dead paramours
The lords of the east in white temples have done,
Where in emeralds and rubies fond epitaphs run?
Well, — a gallery lurked sweetly behind them; and there
We spectators,......
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