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Rh Come, let us leave the Temple's silent walls, Me bus'ness to my distant lodging calls: Through the long Strand together let us stray; With thee conversing, I forget the way. Behold that narrow street which steep descends, Whose building to the slimy shore extends— Here Arundel's fam'd structure rear'd its frame; The street alone retains an empty name. Where Titian's glowing paint the canvas warm'd, And Raphael's fair design with judgment charm'd, Now hangs the bellman's song; and pasted here The colour'd prints of Overton appear. Where statues breath'd, the works of Phidias' hands, A wooden pump or lonely watchhouse stands. There Essex' stately pile adorn'd the shore; There Cecil's; Bedford's; Villiers', now no more Yet Burlington's fair palace still remains: Beauty within; without, proportion reigns: Beneath his eye declining Art revives, The wall with animated picture lives. There Handel strikes the strings; the melting strain Transports the soul, and thrills through ev'ry vein: