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A train of phantoms in wild order rose,

And, join'd, this intellectual sense compose.


I stood, methought, betwixt earth, seas, and skies, The whole creation open to 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,



Or billows murm'ring on the hollow shore:

Then gazing up, a glorious pile beheld,


Whose tow'ring summit ambient clouds conceal'd.

High on a rock of ice the structure lay,

Steep its ascent, and slipp'ry was the way:
The wond'rous rock like Parian marble shone,
And seem'd, to distant sight, of solid stone:
Inscriptions here of various names I view'd,
The greater part by hostile Time subdu’d;
Yet wide was spread their fame in ages past,
And poets once had promis'd they should last.


Some fresh engrav'd appear'd of wits renown'd; 35

I look'd again, nor could their trace be found.
Critics I saw, that other names deface,

And fix their own, with labour, in their place:
Their own, like others, soon their place resign'd,
Or disappear'd, and left the first behind.
Nor was the work impair'd by storms alone,
But felt the approaches of too warm a sun;
For fame, impatient of extremes, decays
Nor more by envy than excess of praise.


Yet part no injuries of heav'n could feel,


Like crystal faithful to the graving steel:

The rock's high summit, in the temple's shade,
Nor heat could melt, nor beating storm invade.
There names inscrib'd unnumber'd ages past,
From Time's first birth, with Time itself shall last;
These ever new, nor subject to decays,
Spread, and grow brighter with the length of days.
So Zembla's rocks (the beauteous work of Frost)
Rise white in air, and glitter o'er the coast;
Pale suns, unfelt, at distance roll away,
And on th' impassive ice the lightnings play;
Eternal snows the growing mass supply,

Till the bright mountains prop th' incumbent sky;
As Atlas fix'd, each hoary pile appears,
The gather'd winter of a thousand years.



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On this foundation Fame's high temple stands;
Stupendous pile! not rear'd by mortal hands.
Whate'er proud Rome or artful Greece beheld,
Or elder Babylon, its frame excell'd.
Four faces had the dome, and ev'ry face
Of various structure, but of equal grace:
Four brazen gates, on columns lifted high,
Salute the diff'rent quarters of the sky.
Here fabled chiefs in darker ages born,

Or worthies old, whom arms or arts adorn,

Who cities rais'd, or tam'd a monstrous race,
The walls in venerable order grace;

Heroes in animated marble frown,

And legislators seem to think in stone.



Westward, a sumptuous frontispiece appear'd, 75 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 spoil:


Here Orpheus sings; trees moving to the sound,

Start from their roots, and form a shade around:
Amphion there the loud creating lyre

Strikes, and beholds a sudden Thebes aspire!


Cythæron's echoes answer to his call,

And half the mountain rolls into a wall:


There might you see the length'ning spires ascend,
The domes swell up, the wid'ning arches bend,
The growing tow'rs like exhalations rise,
And the huge columns heave into the skies.
The eastern front was glorious to behold,
With di'mond flaming, and Barbaric gold.
There Ninus shone, who spread th' Assyrian fame, 95
And the great founder of the Persian name:
There in long robes the royal Magi stand,
Grave Zoroaster waves the circling wand;
The sage Chaldeans rob'd in white appear'd,

And Brachmans, deep in desert woods rever'd. 100
These stopp'd the moon, and call'd th' unbody'd shades
To midnight banquets in the glimm'ring glades;
Made visionary fabrics round them rise,

And airy spectres skim before their eyes;
Of talismans and sigils knew the pow'r,
And careful watch'd the planetary hour.
Superior, and alone, Confucius stood,
Who taught that useful science to be good.
But on the south, a long majestic race


Of Egypt's priests the gilded niches grace,
Who measur'd earth, describ'd the starry spheres,


And trac'd the long records of lunar years.


High on his car Sesostris struck my view,
Whom scepter'd slaves in golden harness drew :
His hand a bow and pointed jav'lin hold;
His giant limbs are arm'd in scales of gold.
Between the statues obelisks were plac'd,
And the learn'd walls with hieroglyphics grac'd.
Of Gothic structure was the northern side,
O'erwrought with ornaments of barb'rous pride. 120
There huge Colossus rose, with trophies crown'd,
And Runic characters were grav'd around:
There sat Zamolxis with erected eyes,

And Odin here in mimic trances dies.
There, on rude iron columns, smear'd with blood,
The horrid forms of Scythian heroes stood,
Druids and bards (their once loud harps unstrung,)
And youths that died to be by poets sung.
These and a thousand more of doubtful fame,
To whom old fables gave a lasting name,
In ranks adorn'd the temple's outward face;
The wall in lustre and effect like glass,
Which o'er each object casting various dyes,
Enlarges some, and others multiplies:
Nor void of emblem was the mystic wall,
For thus romantic Fame increases all.

The temple shakes, the sounding gates unfold,
Wide vaults appear, and roofs of fretted gold,




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