Above all height: and his own Brutus fee,
Defponding Brutus, dubious of the right,
In evil days, of faith, of public weal,
Solicitous and fad. Thy next regard
Be Tully's graceful attitude; unprais'd,
His out-ftretch'd arm he waves, in act to fpeak
Before the filent mafters of the world,
And eloquence arrays him. There behold
Prepar'd for combat in the front of war
The pious brothers; jealous Alba ftands
In fearful expectation of the strife,
And youthful Rome intent: the kindred foes
Fall on each other's neck in filent tears;
In forrowful benevolence embrace-
Howe'er they foon unheath the flashing fword,
Their country calls to arms; now all in vain
The mother clafps the knee, and ev'n the fair
Now sweeps in vain; their country calls to arms.
Such virtue Clelia, Cocles, Manlius, rouz'd;
Such were the Fabii, Decii; so inspir'd,
The Scipio's battled, and the Gracchi spoke :
So rofe 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 fhall the duft
Of these fall'n piles with fhew of fad decay
Avert the good resolve, mean argument,
The fate alone of matter.-Now the brow
We gain enraptur'd; beauteously distinct
The numerous porticos and domes upfwell,.
With obelisks 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 eye beholds
Proud Memphis' reliques o'er th' Egyptian plain ::
Nor hoary hermit from Hymettus' brow,
Though graceful Athens, in the vale beneath.
Along the windings of the Mufe's ftream,
Lucid Ilyffus weeps her filent schools,
And groves, unvifited by bard or fage.
Amid the towery ruins, huge, fupreme,
Th' enormous amphitheatre behold,
Mountainous pile! o'er whofe capacious womb
Pours the broad' firmament its varied light;
While from the central floor the feats afcend
Round above round, flow-widening to the verge,
A circuit vaft and high; nor lefs had held
Imperial Rome, and her attendant realms,
When drunk with rule fhe will'd the fierce delight,
And op'd the gloomy caverns, whence out-rufh'd'
Before th' innumerable fhouting crowd
The fiery, madded, tyrants of the wilds,
Lions and tigers, wolves and elephants,
And desperate men, more fell. Abhorr'd intent!
By frequent converfe with familiar death,
*From the Palatin hill one fees moft of the remark
To kindle brutal daring apt for war;
To lock the breast, and steal th' obdurate heart
Amid the piercing cries of fore distress
Impenetrable.-But away thine eye;
Behold yon fteepy cliff; the modern pile
Perchance may now delight, while that, rever'd *
In ancient day, 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 fun afcends; and tower'd aloft,
Sustain'd by columns huge, innumerous
As cedars proud on Canaan's verdant heights
Darkening their idols, when Aftarte lur'd
Too-profperous 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
Majeftic emblem; with peculiar grace
Before its ample orb, projected stands
The many-pillar'd portal: nobleft work
Of human skill: here, curious architect,
If thou effay'ft, ambitious, to furpafs
Palladius, Angelus, or British Jones,
On thefe fair walls extend the certain fcale,
And turn th' inftructive compafs: 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 fuftain: fair Corinth first
Boafted their order, which Callimachus
(Reclining ftudious on Afopus' banks
Beneath an urn of fome lamented nymph)
Haply compos'd; the urn with foliage curl'd
Thinly conceal'd, the chapiter inform’d.
See the tall obelifks from Memphis old,
One stone enormous each, or Thebes convey'd;
Like Albion's spires they rush into the skies.
And there the temple, where the fummon'd state
In deep of night conven'd: ev'n yet methinks
The vehement orator in rent attire
Perfuafion pours, ambition finks her creft;
And lo the villain, like a troubled fea,
That toffes up her mire! Ever difguis'd,
Shall treafon walk? fhall proud oppreffion yoke
The neck of virtue? Lo the wretch, abash'd,
Self-betray'd. Catiline! O Liberty,
Parent of happiness, celeftial-born;
When the first man became a living foul,
His facred genius thou; be Britain's care;
With her fecure, prolong thy lov'd retreat;
*The temple of Concord, where the fenate met on Catiline's confpiracy.
Thence blefs mankind; while yet among her fons,
Ev'n yet there are, to fhield thine equal laws,
Whose bofoms kindle at the facred names
Of Cecil, Raleigh, Walfingham, and Drake.
May others more delight in tuneful airs;
In mafque and dance excel; to fculptur'd ftone
Give with fuperior skill the living look;
More pompous piles erect, or pencil foft
With warmer touch the visionary board :
But thou, thy nobler Britons teach to rule;
To check the ravage of tyrannic fway;
To quell the proud; to fpread the joys of peace,
And various bleffings of ingenious trade.
Be thefe our arts; and ever may we guard,
Ever defend thee with undaunted heart.
Ineftimable good! who giv'ft us Truth,
Whofe hand upleads to light, divinest Truth,
Array'd in every charm: whofe hand benign
Teaches unwearied toil to cloath the fields,
And on his various fruits infcribes the name
Of Property: O nobly hail'd of old
By thy majestic daughters, Judah fair,
And Tyrus and Sidonia, lovely nymphs,
And Libya bright, and all-enchanting Greece,
Whose numerous towns and ifles, and peopled feas,
Rejoic'd around her lyre; th' heroic note
(Smit with fublime delight) Aufonia caught,.
And plann'd imperial Rome. Thy hand benign
Rear`d up her towery battlements in strength;
Bent her wide bridges o'er the swelling stream
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