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Rais'd on a thousand pillars, wreath'd around
found, His scythe revers'd, and both his pinions bound. Within stood Heroes, who, through loud alarms, In bloody fields pursu'd renown in arms. High on a throne, with trophies charg'd, I
view'd The Youth that all things but himself subdu'd: His feet on sceptres and tiaras trod, And his horn'd head bely'd the Lybian God. There Cssae, grae'd with both Minervas,
shone; Cesar, the world's great master, and his own;
Unmov'd, superior still, in evVy state,
mind With boundless pow'r unbounded virtue join'd, His own strict judge, and patron of mankind.
Much-sufPring Heroes next their honours claim, Those of less noisy and less guilty fame, Fair Virtue's silent train: supreme of these, Here ever shines the godlike Socrates; He whom ungrateful Athens could expel, At all times just, but when he sign'd the shell; Here his abode the martyr'd Phocion claims, With Agis, not the last of Spartan names:
Unconquer'd Cato shows the wound he tore;
But in the centre of the hallow'd choir,
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Here Hector glorious from Patroclus' fall,
A golden column next in rank appear'd, On which a shrine of purest gold was rear'd; Finish'd the whole, and labour'd ev'ry part, With patient touches of unwearied art: The Mantuan there in sober triumph sate, Compos'd his posture, and his look sedate; On Homer still.he fix'd a rev'rent eye, Great without pride, in modest majesty. In living sculpture on the sides were spread The Latian Wars, and haughty Turnus
dead; Eliza stretch'd upon the fun'ral pyre; JEnr.AS bending with his aged Sire: TnoY flum'd in burning gold; and o'er the
throne Arms and the Man in golden cyphers shone.
Four swans sustain a car of silver bright, With heads advane'd, and pinions stretch'd for
flight: Here, like some furious prophet, Pindar rode, And seem'd to labour with th' inspiring God.
Across the harp a careless hand ho flings,
Here happy Horace tun'd th' Ausonian
lyre To sweeter sounds, and temper'd Pindar's
fire: Pleas'd with Alcreus' manly rage t' infuse The softer spirit of the Sapphic Muse. The polish'd pillar diff'rent sculptures grace; A work outlasting monumental brass. Here smiling Loves and Bacchanals appear, The Julian Star, and great Augustus here: The Doves that round the infant Poet spread Myrtles and bays, hang hov'ring o'er his head.