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 That underneath had veins of liquid fire Sluc'd from the lake a second multitude With wondrous art founded the massy Ore, Severing each kind, and scum'd the bullion drosse: [  ]rd as soon had form'd within the ground [ ]arious mould, and from the boyleing cells [ ] strange conveiance fill'd each hollow nook: As in an Organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the sound-bord breaths. Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet: Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlayd With golden Architrave; nor did there want Cornice or freeze with bossy sculptures grav'n, The roof was fretted gold. Not Babilon, Nor great Alcairo such magnificence Equall'd in all thir glories, to inshrine Belus or Serapis thir Gods, or seate Thir kings, when Egipt with Assyria strove In wealth and luxury. Th' ascending pile Stood fixt her stately highth, and strait the dores Op'ning thir brasen folds discover wide Within, her ample spaces, o're the smooth And level pavement: from the arched roof