Which is in all respects, save now and then,

A dull and desolate appendage. Gaze

Upon the shades of those distinguished men

Who were or are the puppet-shows of praise,

The praise of persecution. Gaze again

On the most favoured; and amidst the blaze

Of sunset halos o'er the laurel-browed,

What can ye recognise?—a gilded cloud.