LXXIV.

Th' Acroceraunian mountains of old name; And on Parnassus seen the Eagles fly Like Spirits of the spot, as 'twere for fame. For still they soared unutterably high: I've looked on Ida with a Trojan's eye; Athos--Olympus--Ætna.--Atlas--made These hills seem things of lesser dignity; All, save the lone Soracte's height, displayed Not _now_ in snow, which asks the lyric Roman's aid