Wednesday, December 12, 2018
Thus the Mighty Falls
Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, IV.cvii:
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Cypress and ivy, weed and wallflower grownHat tip: Eric Thomson.
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.
