“ In the dark earth, where never breath has blown
Of heaven’s sweet air, nor foot of man dares tread
The long and perilous ways—the cities of the dead;
XIV.
And tombs of monarchs to the clouds up pil’d—
They perish’d—but the eternal tombs remain—
And the black precipice, abrupt and wild,
Pierc’d by long toil and hollow’d to a fane;—
Huge piers and frowning forms of gods sustain
The everlasting arches, dark and wide,
Like the night heaven when clouds are black with rain.
But idly skill was task’d, and strength was plied,
All was the work of slaves, to swell a despot’s pride. ”

“ Like spots of earth where angel-feet have stept—
Are holy; and high-dreaming bards have told
Of times when worth was crown’d, and faith was kept,
Ere friendship grew a snare or love wax’d cold—
Those pure and happy times—the golden days of old.
III.
Peace to the just man’s memory,—let it grow
Greener with years, and blossom through the flight
Of ages ”

“ And ever, by their lake, lay moor’d the light canoe.
XXXII.
Look now abroad—another race has fill’d
These populous borders—wide the wood recedes,
And towns shoot up, and fertile realms are till’d;
The land is full of harvests and green meads ”

“ And crimes that fear’d not once the eye of day,
Rooted from men, without a name or place;
And nations blotted out from earth, to pay
The forfeit of deep guilt;—with glad embrace
The fair disburden’d lands welcome a nobler race.
XXVI.
Thus error’s monstrous shapes from earth are driven ”