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Yet part no injuries of heav'n could feel,
So Zembla's rocks (the beauteous work of frost)
Westward, a sumptuous frontispiece appear'd, On Doric pillars of white marble rear'd, Crown'd with an architrave of antique mould, And sculpture rising on the roughen'd gold. In shaggy spoils here Theseus was beheld, And Perseus dreadful with Minerva's shield: There great Alcides, stooping with his toil, Rests on his club, and holds th' Hesperian spoi!
Here Orpheus sings; trees moving to the sound
The eastern front was glorious to behold,
But on the south, a long majestic race Of Egypt's priests the gilded niches grace, Who measured earth, described the starry spheres, And traced the long records of lunar years. High on his car Sesostris struck my view, Whom scepter'd slaves in golden harness drew: His hands a bow and pointed javelin hold. His giant limbs are arm'd in scales of gold. Between the statues obelisks were placed, And the learn'd walls with hieroglyphics graced
Of Gothic structure was the northern side, O'erwrought with ornaments of barbarous pride.
There huge Colosses rose, with trophies crown'd,
The temple shakes, the sounding gates unfold,
But chief were those, who not for empire fought, Rut with their toils their people's safety bought:
h o'er the rest Epaminondas stood; umoleon, glorious in his brother's blood; Bola Scipio, saviour of the Roman state; Great in his triumphs, in retirement great; And wise Aurelius, in whose well-taught mind With boundless power unbounded virtue join'd, His own strict judge, and patron of mankind.
Much-suffering heroes next their honours claim, Those of less noisy, and less guilty fame, Fair virtue's silent train : supreme of these Here ever shines the godlike Socrates; He whom ungrateful Athens could expel, At all times just, but when he sign'd the shell: Here his abode the martyr'd Phocion claims, With Agis, not the last of Spartan names: Unconquer'd Cato shows the wound he tore, And Brutus his ill genius meets no more.
But in the centre of the hallow'd choir, Six pompous columns o'er the rest aspire; Around the shrine itself of Fame they stand, Hold the chief honours, and the fane command High on the first, the mighty Homer shone; Eternal adamant composed his throne; Father of verse! in holy fillets dress'd, His silver beard waved gently o'er his breast; Though blind, a boldness in his looks appears, In years he seem'd, but not impair'd by years. The wars of Troy were round the pillar seen; Here fierce Tydides wounds the Cyprian qucen; Here Hector glorious from Patroclus' fall, Here dragg'd in triumph round the Trojan wall. Motion and life did every part inspire, Bold was the work, and proved the master's fire; A strong expression most he seem'd t’ affect, And here and there disclosed a brave neglect.
A golden column next in rank appear'd, On which a shrine of purest gold was rear'd; Finish'd the whole, and labour'd every part, With patient touches of unwearied art; The Mantuan there in sober triumph sate, Composed his posture, and his look sedate; On Homer still he fix'd a reverent eye, Great without pride, in modest majesty. In living sculpture on the sides were spread The Latian wars, and haughty Turnus dead; Eliza stretch'd upon the funeral pyre; Æneas bending with his aged sire; Troy, flamed in burning gold, and o'er the throne *Arms and the man'in golden cyphers shone.
Four swans sustain a car of silver bright, With heads advanced, and pinions stretch'd for flig Here, like some furious prophet, Pindar rode, And seem'd to labour with the inspiring god. Across the harp a careless hand he flings, And boldly sinks into the sounding strings. The figured games of Greece the column grace, Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race. The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run; The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone: The champions in distorted postures threat; And all appear'd irregularly great.
llere happy Horace tuned the Ausonian lyre To sweeter sounds, and temper’d Pindar's fire; Pleased with Alcæus' manly rage to infuse The softer spirit of the Sapphic muse. The polish d pillar different sculptures grace; A work outlasting monumental brass. Here smiling loves and Bacchanals appear, The Julian star and great Augustus here. The doves that round the infant poet spread Myrtles and bays, hung hovering o'er his head
Here, in a shrine that cast a dazzling light, Sate fix'd in thought the mighty Stagyrite: