And vases boss'd, and huge inscriptive stones, And intermingling vines, and figur'd nymphs, 80 Fioras and Chloes of delicious mould, Cheering the darkness; and deep empty tombs, And dells, and mould'ring shrines, with old decay Rustic and green, and wide-embow'ring shades, Shot froin the crooked clefts of nodding towers; 85 A solemn wilderness ! with error sweet I wind the lingering steep, where'er the path Mazy conducts me, which the vulgar foot O’er sculptures maim'd has made; Anubis, Sphinx, Idols of antique guise, and horned Pan,
၅ဝ Terrific, monstrous shapes! prepost'rous gods Ot fear and ignorance, by the sculptor's hand Hewn into form, and worshipp'd; as ev'n now Blindly they worship at their breathless mouths* In varied appellations : men to these.
95 (From depth to depth in dark’ning error fallin) At length ascrib'd th’ Inapplicable Name.
How doth it please and fill the memory With deeds of brave renown, while on each hand Historic urns and breathing statues rise, And speaking busi! Sweet Scipio, Marius stern, Pompey superb, the spirit-stirring form Of Cæsar, raptur'd with the charın of rule And boundless fame; impatient for exploits, His eager eyes upcast, he soars in thought
105 Above all height: and his own Brutus see,
Desponding Brutus ! dubious of the right, In evil days of faith, of public weal, Solicitous and sad. Thy next regard Be Tully's graceful attitude ; uprais’d, His outstretch'd arm he waves, in act to speak Before the silent masters of the world, And eloquence arrays hinı. There behold, Prepar'd for combat in the front of war, The pious brothers; jealous Alba stands
115 In fearful expectation of the strife, And youthful Rome intent; the kindred foes Fall on each other's neck in silent tears; In sorrowful benevolence embrace Howe'er they soon unsheath the flashing sword, 120 Their country calls to arms; now all in vain The mother clasps the knee, and ev'n the fair Now weeps in vain;
their country calls to arms. Such viriue Clelia, Cocles, Manlius, rouz'd; Such were the Fabii, Decii; so inspir’d 125 The Scipios battled, and the Gracchi spoke : So rose the Roman state. Me now of these Deep-musing, high ambitious thoughts inflame Greatly to serve my country, distant land, And build me virtuous fame; nor shall the dust 130 Of these fall'n piles with shew of sad decay Avert the good resolve, mean argument, The fate alone of matter .--Now the brow We gain enraptur’d; beauteously distinct *
The num'rous porticos and domes upswell, 135 With obelisks and columns interpos’d, And pine, and fir, and oak; so fair a scene Sees not the dervise from the spiral tomb Of ancient Chammos, while his eye beholds Proud Memphis'relics o'er th’Egyptian plain; 140 Nor hoary hermit from Hymettus' brow, Tho' graceful Athens in the vale beneath. Along the windings of the Muse's stream, Lucid Ilyssus weeps her silent schools And groves, unvisited by bard or sage. 145 Amid the tow’ry ruins, huge, supreme, Th’enormous amphitheatre behold, Mountainous pile! o’er whose capacious womb Pours the broad firmament its vary'd light, While from the central floor the seats ascend 150 Round above round, slow-wid’ning to the verge, A circuit vast and high ; nor less had held Imperial Rome and her attendant realms, When, drunk with rule, she will’d the fierce delight, And op'd the gloomy caverns, whence out rushid, Before th’innumerable shouting crowd, The fiery madded tyrants of the wilds, Lions and tigers, wolves and elepharts, And desp’rate men, more fell. Abhorr`d intent! By frequent converse with familiar death 160 To kindle brutal daring apt for war; To lock the breast, and steel th' obilurate heart, Amid the piercing cries of sore distress Impenetrable. But away thine eye !
Behold yon' steepy cliff; the modern pile 165 Perchance may now delight, while that rever'd * In ancient days the page alone declares, Or narrow coin thro' dim cerulean rust. The fane was Jove's, its spacious golden roof, O’er thick-surrounding temples beaming wide, 170 Appear’d, as when above the morning hills Half the round sun ascends, and tower'd aloft, Sustain'd by columns hugt, innumerous As cedars proud on Canaan’s verdant heights Dark’ning their idols, when Astarte iur'd Too-prosp'rous Israel from his living Strength.
And next regard yon' venerable dome Which virtuous Latium, with erroneous aim, Rais’d to her various deities, and nam'd Pantheon; plain and round, of this our world 180 Majestic emblem; with peculiar grace Before its ample orb projected stands The many-pillar'd portal ; noblest work Of human skill! Here, curious Architect, If thou essay’st, ambitious, to surpass Palladius, Angelus, or British Jones, On these fair walls extend the certain scale, And turn th' instructive compass : careful mark How far in hidden are the noble plain Extends, and where the lovely forms commence 190 Of flowing sculpture; nor neglect to note How range the taper columns, and what weight
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Their leafy brows sustain : fair Corinth first Boasted their order, with Callimachus (Reclining studious on Asopus’banks 195 Beneath an urn of some lamented nymph) Haply compos’d; the urn with foliage curld Thinly conceald the chapiter inform’d.
See the tali obelisks from Memphis old, One stone enormous each, or Thebes, convey'd; 200 Like Albion's spires they rush into the skies : And there the temple where the summon'd state* In deep of night conven’d: ev’n yet methinks The veh'ment orator in rent attire Persuasion pours; Ambition sinks her crest; 205 And, lo! the villain, like a troubled sea That tosses up her mire! Ever disguis’d Shall treason walk ? shall proud Oppression yoke The neck of virtue ? Lo! the wretch abashid, Self-betray'd Catiline! O Liberty! Parent of happiness, celestial born; When the first man became a living soul His sacred genius thou : be Britain's care; With her secure prolong thy lov'd retreat ; 'Thence bless mankind ; while yet among her sons, E’en yet there are, to shield thine equal laws, 216 Whose bosoms kindle at the sacred names Of Cecil, Raleigh, Walsingham, and Drake. May others more delight in tuneful airs,
The temple of Concord, where the Senate met on Catiline's conspiracy
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