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CVII.

Cypress and ivy, weed and wallflower grown[483] Matted and massed together--hillocks heaped On what were chambers--arch crushed, column strown In fragments--choked up vaults, and frescos steeped In subterranean damps, where the owl peeped,[of] Deeming it midnight:--Temples--Baths--or Halls? Pronounce who can: for all that Learning reaped From her research hath been, that these are walls-- Behold the Imperial Mount! 'tis thus the Mighty falls.[484]