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"How reverend is the face of this tall pile,

Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads

To bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof,

By its own weight made steadfast and immoveable—

Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe

And terror on my aching sight; the tombs

And monumental caves of death look cold.

And shoot a chiliness to my trembling heart."