Page:The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero) - Volume 2.djvu/480

436 From Jove to Jesus—spared and blest by Time—

Looking tranquillity, while falls or nods

Arch—empire—each thing round thee—and Man plods

His way through thorns to ashes—glorious Dome!

Shalt thou not last? Time's scythe and Tyrants' rods

Shiver upon thee—sanctuary and home

Of Art and Piety—Pantheon!—pride of Rome!

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Relic of nobler days, and noblest arts!

Despoiled yet perfect! with thy circle spreads

A holiness appealing to all hearts;

To Art a model—and to him who treads