Otho.
1. Thou wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be, Last of the Romans, though thy memory claim From Brutus his own glory - and on thee Rests the full splendour of his sacred fame: Nor he who dared make the foul tyrant quail Amid his cowering senate with thy name, Though thou and he were great - it will avail To thine own fame that Otho's should not fail. 2. 'Twill wrong thee not - thou wouldst, if thou couldst feel, Abjure such envious fame - great Otho died Like thee - he sanctified his country's steel, At once the tyrant and tyrannicide, In his own blood - a deed it was to bring Tears from all men - though full of gentle pride, Such pride as from impetuous love may spring, That will not be refused its offering. NOTE: _13 bring cj. Garnett; buy 1839, 1st edition; wring cj. Rossetti.
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