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Millions of suppliant Crouds the Shrine attend, The Poor the kich, the Valiant, and the Fages And alt degrécs before the Goddef bemele; And boasting Youth, and narrative Old-ageo.
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N that foft season, when descending show'rs
When op'ning buds falute the welcome day,
NOTES. VER. 1. In that soft season, etc.] This Poem is introduced in the manner of the Provencial Poets, whose works were for the most part Visions, or pieces of imagination, and constantly descriptive. From these, Petrarch and Chaucer frequently borrow the idea of their poems. See the Trionfi of the former, and the Dream, Flower and tbe Leaf, etc, of the latter. The Author of this therefore chose the fame sort of Exordium, P.
I stood, methougt, 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, 15 There tow'ry cities, and the forests green: Here failing ships delight the wand'ring eyes; There trees, and intermingled temples rise; Now a clear sun the shining scene displays, The tranfient 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,
25 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;
Tho' beheld I fields and plains,
Now shippes sayling in the sees. P.
It stood upon so high a rock;
The wond'rous rock like Parian marble shone,
A rock of ise, and not of stele.
Tho saw 1 all the hill y-grave