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TEMPLE OF FAME.
By ALEXANDER POPE.
[Written in the Year 1711.)
The hint of the following Piece was taken from CHAUCER'S
“ House of Fanie.” The design is in a manner entirely altered, the descriptions and most of the particular thoughts my own: yet I could not suffer it to be printed without this acknowledgment. The reader who would compare this with Chaucer, may begin with his Third Book of Fame, there being nothing in the two first books that answers to their title. (P.)
I N that soft season when descending show'rs
Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs; When op’ning buds salute the welcome day, And earth relenting feels the genial ray;
As balmy sleep had charm'd my cares to rest,
I stood, methought, betwixt carth, seas, and
The whole creation
my eyes: In air self-balanc'd hung the globe below, Where mountains rise, and circling oceans flow:: Here naked rocks and empty wastes were seen; There tow'ry cities, and the forests green: Here sailing ships delight the wand'ring eyes; There trees and intermingled temples rise : Now a clear sun the shining scene displays, The transient landscape now in clouds decays.
O'er the wide prospect as I gaz'd around, Sudden I heard a wild promiscuous sound,
Like broken thunders that at distance roar,