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Again his waves in milder tints unfold
As thus within the walls of Pattas' fane
Hours roll'd along, and Dian's orb on high Had gain’d the centre of her sostest sky, And yet unwearied still my footsteps trod O'er the vain shrine of many a vanish'd god : But chiefly, Pallas! thine : when Hecate's glare Check'd by the columns, fell more sadly fair O'er the chill marble, where the startling tread Thrills the lone heart, like echoes from the dead.
Long had I mused and treasured every trace The wreck of Greece recorded of her race, When lo! a giant-form before me strode, And PALLAS hail'd me in her own abode. Yes—'twas MINERVA's self-but ah! how changed Since o'er the Dardan field in arms she ranged !
Not such as erst by her divine command,
And ah! though still the brightest of the sky,
Survey this vacant violated fane,
What more Iowe, let gratitude attest.
* It is related by a late oriental traveller that when the wholesale spoliator visited Athens, he caused his own name, with that of his wife, to be inscribed or a pillar of one of the principal temples: this inscription was executed in a very conspicuous manner, and deeply engraved in the marble, at a very coosiderable elevation. Notwithstanding which precautions, some person (doubtless inspired by the patron-goddess) has been at the pains to get himself raised up to the requisite height, and has obliterated the name of the laird, but left that of the lady untouched. The traveller in question accompanied this story by a remark, that it must have cost some labour and contrivance to get at the place, and could only bave been effected by much zeal and determination.
† The portrait of sir Wm. D'Avenant illustrates this ling.
She ceased awhile, and thus I dared reply, To soothe the vengeance kindling in her eye :“ Daughter of Jove! in Britain's injured name, A true-born Briton may the deed disclaim. Frown not on England-England owns him not:Athena ? no- the plunderer was a Scot.f Ask'st thou the difference? from fair Phile's towers Survey Beotia :-Caledonia's ours
And well I know within that murky land Hath Wisdom's goddess never held command; A barren soil where nature's germs confin'd To stern sterility can stint the mind; Where thistle well betrays the niggard earth, Emblem of all to whom the land gives birth ; Each genial influence nurtured to resist A land of liars, mountebanks and unist, Each breeze from foggy mount and marshy plain Dilutes with drivel every drizzly brain, Till burst at length, each wat’ry head o'erflows, Foul as their soil and frigid as their snows; Ten thousand schemes of petulance and pride Despatch her reckoning children far and wide : Some east, some west, some-every where but north In quest of lawless gain, they issue forth
+ The plaster wall on the west side of the temple of Minerva-polias bears the following inscription, cut in very deep characters :
" Quod non fecerunt Goli,
Hobhouse's Travels in Greece, &c. p. 345.
And thus accursed be the day and year
“Mortal! (the blue-eyed maid resumed once more) Bear back my mandate to thy native shore; To turn my counsels far from lands like thine, Though fallen, alas! this vengeance yet is mine: Hear, then, in silence, Pallas' stern behest, Hear and believe, for time will tell the rest: First on the head of him who did the deed My curse shall light, on him and all his seed; Without one spark of intellectual fire, Be all his sons as senseless as their sire: If one with wit the parent breed disgrace, Believe him bastard of a better race: Still with his hireling artists let him prate, And Folly's praise repay for Wisdom's hate*.
* “Nor will this conduct (the sacrilegious plunder of ancient edifices) appear wonderful in men, either by birth, or by habits and grovelling passions, barbarians, (i. e. Goths) when in our own times, and almost before our own eyes, persons of frank and education have not hesitated to disfigure the most ancient and the most venerable monu