Remnant were there of the old World's sole throne):
The "tout ensemble" of his movements wore a
Grace of the soft Ideal, seldom shown,
And ne'er to be described; for to the dolour
Of bards and prosers, words are void of colour.
XLI.
No marvel then he was a favourite;
A full-grown Cupid,[716] very much admired;
A little spoilt, but by no means so quite;
At least he kept his vanity retired.