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Here let me sit upon this massy stone,

The marble column's yet unshaken base;

Here, son of Saturn! was thy favourite throne: 4.B. Mightiest of many such! Hence let me trace The latent grandeur of thy dwelling-place. It may not be: nor ev'n can Fancy's eye Restore what Time hath laboured to deface. Yet these proud Pillars claim no passing sigh; Unmoved the Moslem sits, the light Greek carols by.