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Pompey superb, the spirit-stirring form
Of Cæsar raptur'd with the charm of rule
And boundless fame; impatient for exploits,
His eager eyes upcast, he soars in thought
Above all height: and his own Brutus fee,
Desponding Brutus, dubious of the right,
In evil days, of faith, of public weal
Solicitous and fad. Thy next regard
Be Tully's graceful attitude; uprais’d,
His out-stretch'd arm he waves, in act to speak
Before the silent masters of the world,
And eloquence arrays him. There behold
Prepar'd for combat in the front of war
The pious brothers; jealous Alba stands
In fearful expectation of the strife,
And youthful Rome intent: the kindred foes
Fall on each other's neck in silent tears;
In sorrowful benevolence embrace
Howe'er they soon unsheath the flashing sword,
Their country calls to arms; now all in vain
The mother clasps the knee, and ev’n the fair
Now weeps in vain; their country calls to arms.
Such virtue Clelia, Cocles, Manlius, rous’d;
Such were the Fabii, Decii; fo inspir’d .

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The Scipio's battled, and the Gracchi spoke :
So rose the Roman state. Me now, of these
Deep-musing, high ambitious thoughts inflame
Greatly to serve my country, distant land,
And build me virtuous fame; nor shall the dust
Of these fall’n piles with shew of fad decay
Avert the good resolve, mean argument,
The fate alone of matter.---Now the brow
We gain enraptur'd; beauteously distinct
The num'rous portico's and domes upswell,
With obeliscs 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' Ægyptian plain :
Nor hoary hermit from Hymettus’ brow,
Though graceful Athens, in the vale beneath.
Along the windings of the Muse's stream,
Lucid Ilyssus, weeps her silent schools,
And groves, unvisited by bard or sage.
Amid the tow'ry ruins, huge, fupreme,
Th’ enormous amphitheatre behold,

. From the Palatin hill one sees moft of the remarkable antiquities.





Mountainous pile! o'er whose capacious womb
Pours the broad firmament its varied light;
While from the central floor the seats ascend
Round above round, Now-wid’ning to the verge,
A circuit vast and high ; nor less had held
Imperial Rome, and her attendant realms,
When drunk with rule she will’d the fierce delight,
And op'd the gloomy caverns, whence out-rush'd
Before th' innumerable shouting crowd
The fiery, madded, tyrants of the wilds,
Lions and tygers, wolves and elephants,
And desp’rate men, more fell. Abhorr’d intent !
By frequent converse with familiar death,
To kindle brutal daring apt for war;
To lock the breast, and steel th' obdurate heart,
Amid the piercing cries of sore distress
Impenetrable. But away thine eye ;
Behold yon steepy cliff; the modern pile
Perchance may now delight, while that rever'da
In ancient days, the page alone declares,
Or narrow coin through dim cærulean rust.
The fane was Jove's, its spacious golden roof,
O’er thick-surrounding temples beaming wide,

d The Capitol.


Appear’d, as when above the morning hills
Half the round fun ascends; and tow'r'd aloft,
Sustain’d by columns huge, innumerous
As cedars proud on Canaan's verdant heights
Dark’ning their idols, when Astarte lurd
Too prosp’rous Israel 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
Majestic emblem ; with peculiar grace,
Before its ample orb, projected stands
The many-pillar'd portal ; noblest work
Of human skill : here, curious architect,
If thou affay'st, ambitious, to surpass
Palladius, Angelus, or British Jones,
On these fair walls extend the certain scale,
And turn th’instructive compass : careful mark
How far in hidden art, the noble plain
Extends, and where the lovely forms commence
Of Aowing sculpture: nor neglect to note
How range the taper columns, and what weight
Their leafy brows sustain: fair Corinth first
Boasted their order which Callimachus


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(Reclining studious on Afopus' banks
Beneath an urn of some lamented nymph)
Haply compos’d; the urn with foliage curld
Thinly conceald, the chapiter inform’d.

See the tall obeliscs 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 summon'd state o
In deep of night conven'd: ev'n yet methinks
The veh’ment orator in rent attire
Persuasion pours, ambition sinks her crest;
And lo the villain, like a troubled sea,

That tosses up her mire! Ever disguis’d,
• Shall treason walk? shall proud oppreffion yoke

The neck of virtue? Lo the wretch abalh'd,
Self-betray'd Catiline ! O Liberty,
Parent of happiness, celestial born;
When the first man became a living soul,
His sacred genius thou; be Britain's care;
With her secure, prolong thy lov'd retreat ;
Thence bless mankind; while yet among her sons, ,
Ev'n yet there are, to shield thine equal laws,

• The temple of Concord, where the senate met on Catiline's conspiracy

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