...day, Where all cry out, What sums are thrown away!' 101 Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around! 102 103 And now the chapel's silver bell you hear. That summons you to all the pride of pray'r: Ode on...

...Grand as the haughtiest Timon of them all: cf . Pope, of Timon, Epistles to Several Persons 4.127-28: "My Lord advances with majestic mien, / Smit with the mighty pleasure, to be seen." 72 Venusian bard: Horace, a native of Venusia. 73 Stagyra: Aristotle's hometown. 74 Stun the tormented...

...nature sees, Trees cut to statues, statues thick as trees, 120 With here a fountain, never to be played, And there a summer-house, that knows no shade. Here Amphitrite sails through myrde bowers; There gladiators fight, or die, in flowers; Un-watered see the drooping sea-horse mourn,...

...knows no shade; Here Amphitrite sails thro' myrtle bowers; There Gladiators fight, or die, in flow'rs; Un-water'd see the drooping sea-horse mourn. And swallows roost in Nilus' dusty Urn. |...] 'Tis Use alone that sanctifies Expence, And Splendour borrows all her rays from Sense. His Father's...

...Epistel an Burlington den repräsentationsbewussten Barockgartenbesitzer, dem alles zur Schau dient: My Lord advances with majestic mien, Smit with the mighty pleasure, to be seen: But soft - by regulär approach - not yet First through the length of yon hot Terrace sweat, And when up ten steep...

...[1798], 96). Consider a typical couplet, expressive of how "Nature" has been forgotten at Timon's villa: Un-water'd see the drooping sea-horse mourn, And swallows roost in Nilus' dusty Urn. (125-6) This melancholy evocation might come from some Byronic lament on the ruins of Hadrian's villa,...