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A Field Of Glory Is A Field For All.

See The Wild Waste Of All-devouring Years! How Rome Her Own Sad Sepulchre Appears, With Nodding Arches, Broken Temples Spread! The Very Tombs Now Vanish'd Like Their Dead!

Say First, Of God Above Or Man Below; What Can We Reason But From What We Know.

Consult The Genius Of The Place In All.

By Flatterers Besieged And So Obliging That He Ne'er Obliged.