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Howe'er they soon unsheath the flashing sword,
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 virtue Clelia, Cocles, Manlius, rous'd;
Such were the Fabii, Decii; so inspir'd
The Scipio's battled, and the Gràcchi spoke :
So rose the Roman state. Me now, of these
Deep-mufing, high ambitious thoughts inflame
Greatly to serve my country, diftant land,
And build me virtuous fame; nor shall the duft
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 portico's and domes upswell,
With obeliscs and columns interpos’d,
And pine, and fir, and oak : fo fair a scene
Sees not the dervise from the spiral tomb
Of ancient Chammos, while his


beholds Proud Memphis' reliques o'er th' Ægyptian plain : Nor hoary hermit from Hymettus' brow, Though graceful Athens, in the vale beneath. Along the windings of the Muse's stream, Lucid Ilyffus, weeps her filent schools, And groves, unvifited by bard or fage.

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Amid the tow'ry ruins,' huge, fupreme,
Th' enormous amphitheatre behold,
Mountainous pile! o'er whose capacious wombi
Pours the broad firmament its varied light ;
While from the central floor the seats ascend
Round above round, flow-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-rufh'd
Before th' innumerable shouting crowd
The fiery, madded, tyrants of the wilds,
Lions and tygers, wolves and elephants,
And defp'raté men, more fell. Abhorr'd intent!
By frequent converse with familiar death,
To kindle brutal daring apt for war ;
To lock the breast, and steel th' obdurate heart,
Amid the piercing cries of fore distress
Impenetrable. But away thine eye ;
Behold yon steepy cliff; the modern pile
Perchance may now delight, while that rever'da
In ancient days, the page alone declares,
Or narrow coin through dim cærulean ruft.
The fane was Jove's, its fpacious golden roof,
O'er thick-furrounding temples beaming wide,
Appear’d, as when above the morning hills
Half the round sun ascends; and tow'r'd aloft,
The Capitol.


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Sustain’d by columns huge, innumerous
As cedars proud on Canaan's verdant heights
Dark’ning their idols, when Aftarte lur'd
Too prosp'rous Ifrael 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
Majestick emblem ; with peculiat grace,
Before its ample orb, projected stands
The many-pillar'd portal; noblest work
Of human skill, here, curious architect,
If thou assay'ít, 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 art, the noble plain
Extends, and where the lovely forms commence
Of flowing sculpture : nor neglect to note
How range the taper columns, and what weight
Their leafy brows sustain : fair Corinth first
Boasted their order which Callimachus
(Reclining studious on Afopus' banks
Beneath an urn of some lamented nymph)
Haply compos’d; the urn with foliage curl'd
Thinly conceal'd, the chapiter inform'd.

See the tall obeliscs from Memphis old,
One stone enormous each, or Thebes convey'd ;
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Like Albion's spires they rush into the skies,
And there the temple, where the summon'd state e
In deep of night conven'd: ev’n yet methinks
The veh’ment orator in rent attire
Persuafion pours, ambition finks her crest;
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 abalh’d,
Self-betray'd Catiline ! O Liberty,
Parent of happiness, celestial born ;
When the first man became a living soul,
His facred genius thou ; be Britain's care ;
With her secure, prolong thy lov'd retreat ;
Thence blefs mankind ; while yet among her sons,

yet there are, to shield thine equal laws,
Whose bosoms kindle at the sacred names
Of Cecil, Raleigh, Walsingham, and Drake.
May others more delight in tuneful airs;
In mafque and dance excell; to sculptur'd stone
Give with superior skill the living look ;
More pompous piles erect, or pencil soft
With warmer touch the visiorary board :
Be thou, thy nobler Britons teach to rule ;
To check the ravage of tyrannick sway;
To quell the proud; to spread the joys of peace
And various bleflings of ingenious trade.

The temple of Concord, where the fenate met on Catiline's conspiracy.



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Be these our arts; and ever may we guard,
Ever defend thee with undaunted heart,
Inestimable good! who giv'it us Truth,
Whose hand upleads to light, divinest Truth,
Array'd in ev'ry charm : whose hand benign
Teachęs unwearied toil to cloath the fields,
And on his various fruits inscribes the name
Of Property : O nobly hail'd of old
By thy majestick daughters, Judah fair,
And Tyrus and Sidonia, lovely nymphs,
And Libya bright, and all-enchanting Greece,
Whose num'rous towns and ifles, and peopled seas,
Rejoic'd around her lyre ; th' heroic note
(Smit with sublime delight) Aufonia caught,
And plan'd imperial Rome. Thy hand benign
Rear'd up her tow'ry battlements in strength;
Bent her wide bridges o'er the swelling stream
Of Tuscan Tiber; thine those folemn domes
Devoted to the voice of humble pray'r ;
And thine those piles undeck'd, capacious, vast f
In days of dearth, where tender Charity
Dispens'd her timely succours to the poor,
Thine too those mufically-falling founts
To slake the clammy lip ; adown they fall,
Musical ever; while from yon blue hills
Dim in the clouds, the radiant aqueducts
Turn their innumerable arches o'er
f The publick granaries.
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