Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
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On old Rome.
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On old Rome.
Here was old Rome that stretch'd her Empire far,
In Peace was fear'd, triumphant was in War:
Here 'twas, for now its place is only found,
All that was Rome lyes buried under Ground.
In Peace was fear'd, triumphant was in War:
Here 'twas, for now its place is only found,
All that was Rome lyes buried under Ground.
These Ruines hid in Weeds, on which Man treads,
Were Structures wch to Heav'n rais'd their proud Heads:
Rome that subdu'd the World, to Time now yields,
With Rubbish swells the Plains, and strews the Fields.
Were Structures wch to Heav'n rais'd their proud Heads:
Rome that subdu'd the World, to Time now yields,
With Rubbish swells the Plains, and strews the Fields.
Think not to see what so Renown'd has been,
Nothing of Rome, in Rome is to be seen;
Vulcan and Mars, those wasting Gods have come,
And ta'ne Romes Greatness utterly from Rome:
Nothing of Rome, in Rome is to be seen;
Vulcan and Mars, those wasting Gods have come,
And ta'ne Romes Greatness utterly from Rome:
They spoyl'd with Malice, e're they would depart,
What e're was rare of Nature or of Art:
Its greatest Trophies, they destroy'd and burn'd;
She that o're-turn'd the World, to Dust is turn'd.
What e're was rare of Nature or of Art:
Its greatest Trophies, they destroy'd and burn'd;
She that o're-turn'd the World, to Dust is turn'd.
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Well might she fall, 'gainst whom such Foes conspire,
Old Time, Revengeful Man, and Sword and Fire:
Now all we see of the Great Empress Rome,
Are but the Sacred Reliques of her Tomb.
Old Time, Revengeful Man, and Sword and Fire:
Now all we see of the Great Empress Rome,
Are but the Sacred Reliques of her Tomb.
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