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XVIII
There is a temple in ruin stands, Fashion`d by long-forgotten hands; Two or three columns, and many a stone, Marble and granite, with grass o`ergrown! Out upon Time! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before! But enough of the past for the future to grieve O`er that which hath been, and o`er that which must be! What we have seen, our sons shall see; Remnants of things that have pass`d away, Fragments of stone, rear`d by creatures of clay! |