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CANTO IV.] CVII.

Cypress and ivy, weed and wallflower grown

Matted and massed together—hillocks heaped

On what were chambers—arch crushed, column strown

In fragments—choked up vaults, and frescos steeped

In subterranean damps, where the owl peeped,

Deeming it midnight:—Temples—Baths—or Halls?

Pronounce who can: for all that Learning reaped

From her research hath been, that these are walls—

Behold the Imperial Mount! 'tis thus the Mighty falls.