Even with thy labour'd Pomp, for whose vain show Deluded thousands ftarve; all age-begrim'd,

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And by the tempest of two thousand years
Continual fhaken, let my Ruins vie.

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These roads that yet the Roman hand affert,
Beyond the weak repair of modern toil;
These fractur'd arches, that the chiding ftre am
No more delighted hear; these rich remains
Of marbles now unknown, where shines imbib'd
Each parent ray; these maffy columns, hew'd
From Afric's farthest shore; one granite all,
These obelisks high-towering to the sky,
Mysterious mark'd with dark Egyptian lore;
These endless wonders that this + Sacred Way
Illumine still, and confecrate to fame ;
These fountains, vases, urns, and statues, charg'd
With the fine ftores of art-compleating Greece.
Mine is, befides, thy every later boast:
Thy BUONAROTIS, thy PALLADIOS mine;
And mine the fair designs, which RAPHAEL'S four
O'er the live canvas, emanating, breath'd.

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What would you say, ye conquerers of earth ! 250° Ye Romans! could you raise the laurel'd head ; Could you the country fee, by feas of blood, And the dread toil of ages, won fo dear ; Your pride, your triumph, your fupreme delight! For whofe defence oft, in the doubtful hour, You rush'd with rapture down the gulph of fate, Of death ambitious! till by awful deeds,

t Via facra..

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M. ANGELO BUONAROTI, PALLADIO, and RATHAEL D'URBINO; the three great modern masters in sculp ture, architecture, and painting), tell h

Virtues,

Virtues, and courage, that amaze mankind,
The queen of nations rofe; poffeft of all
Which nature, art, and glory could bestow;
What would you say, deep in the last abyss
Of flavery, vice, and unambitious want,

Thus to behold her funk? Your crouded plains,
Void of their cities; unadorn'd your hills;

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Ungrac'd your lakes ; your ports to fhips unknown;
Your lawless floods, and your abandon'd streams: 266
Thefe could you know? these could you love again?
Thy Tibur, HORACE, could it now inspire,
Content, poetic eafe, and rural joy,

Soon bursting into fong: while thro' the groves
Of headlong Anio, dafhing to the vale,

In many a tortur'd ftream, you mus'd along?
* Yon wild retreat, where fuperftition dreams,
Could, TULLY, you your Tufculum believe?

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And could you deem yon naked hills, that form, 275
Fam'd in old fong, the fhip-forfaken † bay,

Your Formian fhore? Once the delight of earth,
Where art and nature, ever-fmiling, join'd

On the gay land to lavish all their stores.

How chang'd, how vacant, VIRGIL, wide around, 280
Would now your Naples feem? Disaster'd less
By black Vefuvius thundering o'er the coaft,
His midnight earthquakes, and his mining fires,
Than by defpotic rage

that inward gnaws,

A native foe; a foreign, tears without.

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* Tufculum is reckoned to have stood at a place now called

Grotta Ferrata, a convent of monks.

†The bay of Mola (anciently Formiae) into which HOM EX

brings ULYSSES,and his companions. Near Formide CICERO had a villa.

Naples, then under the Austrian government.

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Firft from your flatter'd CAESARS this began:
Till, doom'd to tyrants an eternal prey,
Thin-peopled spreads, at laff, the || fyren plain,
That the dire foul of HANNIBAL difarm'd ;
And wrapt in weeds the § shore of Venus lyes.
There Baiae sees no more the joyous throng;
Her banks all beaming with the pride of Rome:
No generous vines now bask along the hills,
Where sport the breezes of the Tyrrhene main :
With baths and temples mixt, no villas`rife;
Nor, art-fuftain'd amid reluctant waves,
Draw the cool murmurs of the breathing deep:
No spreading ports their sacred arms extend :
No mighty moles the big intrufive storm,
From the calm ftation, roll refounding back.
An almost total desolation fits,

A dreary ftillness, faddening o'er the coast;
*Where, when foft funs and tepid winters rofe,
Rejoicing crouds inhal'd the balm of peace;
Where city'd hill to hill reflected blaze;
And where, with Ceres, Bacchus wont to hold
A genial ftrife. Her youthful form, robust, `
Even nature yields; by fire, and earthquake rent :
Whole stately cities in the dark abrupt
Swallow'd at once, or vile in rubbish laid,

A neft for ferpents; from the red abyfs
New hills, explosive, thrown; the Lucrine lake

Campagna felice, adjoining to Capua.

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$ The coast of Baiae; which was formerly adorned with the works mentioned in the fallowing lines; and where, a midst many magnificent ruins, those of a temple erected to Venus are ftill to be seen.

*All along this coaft, the ancient Romans had their tvinter retreats; and feveral populous cities food.

A reedy

A reedy pool; and all to Cuma's point,

The fea recovering his ufurp'd domain,

And pour'd triumphant o'er the bury'd dome.

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Hence, BRITAIN, learn; my best-establish'd, last, And more than GREECE, or ROME, my fteady reign; The land where, King and People equal bound By guardian laws, my fulleft bleffings flow; And where my jealous unfubmitting foul, The dread of tyrants! burns in every breast: Learn hence, if fuch the miferable fate

Of an heroic race, the masters once

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Of human kind; what, when depriv'd of Mɛ,
How grievous must be thine? In spite of climes, 325
Whofe fun-enliven'd aether wakes the foul

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To higher powers; in spite of happy foils,
That, but by labour's flightest aid impell❜d,
With treasures teem to thy cold clime unknown;
If there defponding fail the common arts,
And sustenance of life: could life itself,
Far lefs a thoughtless tyrant's hollow pomp,
Subfift with thee? Against depreffing skies,
Join'd to full-fpread Oppreffion's cloudy brow,
How could thy spirits hold? where vigour find, 335
Forc'd fruits to tear from their unnative foil
Or, storing every harvest in thy ports,

To plow the dreadful all-producing wave?

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Here paus'd the GODDESS. By the pause affur'd, In trembling accents thus I mov'd my prayer. "Oh firft, and moft benevolent of powers! "Come from eternal fplendors, here on earth, "Against defpótic pride, and rage, and luft, “Toshield mankind; to raise them to affèrt "The native rights and honour of their race: Teach me thy lowest subject, but in zeal X

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«Yielding

"Yielding to none, the PROGRESS OF THY REIGN,
"And with a strain from THEE enrich the Mufe.
"AS THEE alone she serves, her patron, THOU,
"And great inspirer be! then will she joy,
"Tho' narrow life her lot, and private fhade:
"And when her venal voice fhe barters vile,
"Or to thy open or thy fecret foes;

"May ne'er those sacred raptures touch her more,
"By flavish hearts unfelt! and may her song
"Sink in oblivion with the nameless crew!
"Vermin of state! to thy o'erflowing light
"That owe their being, yet betray thy cause."

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Then, condefcending kind, the HEAVENLY POWER Return'd." What here, fuggefted by the scene, 360 "I flight unfold, record, and fing at home, "In that bleft ifle, where (fo we spirits move) "With one quick effort of my will I am. "There TRUTH, unlicens'd, walks; and dares acco "Even kings themselves, the monarchs of the Free! "Fix'd on my rock, there, an indulgent ráce, "O'er BRITONS wield the fceptre of their choice: "And there, to finish what his fires began, "A PRINCE behold! for ME who burns fincere, "Even with a subject's zeal. He my great work 370 "Will parent-like sustain; and added givé

"The touch, the Graces and the Muses owe.

"For BRITAIN's glory fwells his panting breast; "And ancient arts he emulous revolves:

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"His pride to let the fmiling heart abroad; "Thro' clouds of pomp, that but conceal the man; "To please his pleasure; bounty his delight; "And all the foul of TITUS dwells in him."

Hail, glorious theme! But how, alas! fhall verfe From the crude ftores of mortal language drawn, 380

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