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THE PARTHENON.
This rock was once the seat of pomp and power;
Here rest the chiefs of olden time,
And here the orator sublime
Shed on their willing ears his golden shower.
Here rest the chiefs of olden time,
And here the orator sublime
Shed on their willing ears his golden shower.
Here stood their temple in its beauty's blaze,
When like a thing of light it rose,
And proudly on their dazzled foes
So brightly beamed, it quelled their daring gaze.
When like a thing of light it rose,
And proudly on their dazzled foes
So brightly beamed, it quelled their daring gaze.
Here stood Minerva with her guardian shield,
And from her threatening lance
Shot such a lightning glance,
None dared to try the heaven-protected field.
And from her threatening lance
Shot such a lightning glance,
None dared to try the heaven-protected field.
Here Genius, Glory, Piety were shrined,
And hence that Spirit flew,
Whose wing has hurried through
The darkened world, and fired the inglorious mind.
And hence that Spirit flew,
Whose wing has hurried through
The darkened world, and fired the inglorious mind.
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