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Large growth of what may seem the sparkling trees

And shrubs of fairy land. The chrystal drops

That trickle down the branches, fast cangeal'd

Shoot into pillars of pellucid length,

And prop the pile they but adorned before.

Here grotto within grotto safe desies

The fun-beam. There imboss'd and fretted wild

The growing wonder takes p thousand shapes

Capricious, in which fancy seeks in vain

The likeness of some object seen before.

Thus nature works as if to mock at art,

And in desiance of her rival pow'rs ;. .

By these fortuitous and random strokes

Performing such inimitable feats

As she with all her rules can never reach.

Less worthy of applause though more admired,

Because a novelty, the work of man,

Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ!

Thy most magnificent and mighty freak,

The wonder of the North. No forest fell

When When thou would'st build: no quarry sent its slorn

T enrich thy walls. But thou didst hew the floods,

And make thy marble of the glassy wave.

In such a palace Aristasus found

Cyrene, when he bore the plaintive tale

Of his lost bees to her maternal ear.

In such a palace poetry might place

The armoury of winter, where his troops

The gloomy clouds find weapons, arrowy fleet

Skin-piercing volley, blossom-bruising hail,

And snow that often blinds the traveler's course,

And wraps him in an unexpected tomb.

Silently as a dream the fabric rose.

No sound of hammer or of saw was there.

Ice upon ice, the well-adjusted parts

Were soon conjoined, nor other cement asiVd

Than water interfused to make them one.

Lamps gracefully disposed and os all hues

Illumined ev'ry side. A wat'ry light

Gleamed through the clear transparency, that seemed

Another Another moon new-risen, or meteor fall'rt

From heav'n to earth, of lambent flame serene.

So stood the brittle prodigy, though smooth

And flipp'ry the materials, yet frost-bound

Firm as a rock. Nor wanted aught within

That royal residence might well befit,

For grandeur or for use. Long wavy wreaths

Of flow'rs that feared no enemy but warmth,

Blushed on the pannels. Mirrour needed none

Where all was vitreous, but in order due

Convivial table and commodious feat

(What seemed at least commodious feat) were there,

Sofa and couch and high-built throne august.

The fame lubricity was found in all,

And all was moist to the warm touch, a scene

Of evanescent glory, once a stream,

And soon to slide into a stream again.

Alas! 'twas but a mortifying stroke

Of undesigned severity, that glanced,

(Made by a monarch) on her own estate,


On human grandeur and the courts of kings.
'Twas transient in its nature, as in show
'Twas durable. As worthless as it seemed
Intrinsically precious. To the foot
Treach'rous and false, it finited and it was cold.

Great princes have great play-things. SomehaTt
At hewing mountains into men, and some [played
At building human wonders mountain high.
Some have amused the dull sad years of life,
Life spent in indolence) and therefore sad,
With schemes of monumental fame, and sought
By pyramids and maufolæan pomp,
Short-lived themselves, t'immortalize their bones.
Some seek diversion in the tented field,
And make the sorrows of mankind their sport.
But war's a game, which were their subjects wife,
Kings should not play at. Nations would do well
T'extort their truncheons from the puny hands
Of heroes, whose infirm and baby minds



Are gratified with mischief, and who spoil
Because men susfer it, their toy the world*

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When Babel was confounded, and the great Confed'racy of projectors wild and vain .'..

Was split into diversity of tongues,
Then, as a shepherd separates his flock,
These to the upland, to the valley those,
God drave asunder and assigned their lot
To all the nations. Ample was the boon
He gave them, in its distribution fair
And equal, and he bade them dwell in peace.
Peace was awhile their care. They plough'd and sow'd
And reap'd their plenty without grudge or strife*
But violence can never longer sleep
Than human passions please. In ev';y heart
Are sown the sparks that kindle fiery war,
Occasion needs but fan them, and they blaze*
Cain had already shed a brother's blood;
The deluge wash'd it out.; but left unfluenched


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