Gustave Flaubert, whose honoured rôle Was to be scribe to Nero`s soul, And make French flesh to creep and crow O`er Carthaginian Salammbô, Lies here—in body, as in the brain, Like Morgue-corpse tumid from the Seine. What shall be writ above his grave? Vitellius`, Nero`s dying stave? “Fui Imperator,” shall it flow, Or “Qualis artifex pereo.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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