CLII.

Turn to the Mole[518] which Hadrian reared on high, Imperial mimic of old Egypt's piles, Colossal copyist of deformity-- Whose travelled phantasy from the far Nile's Enormous model, doomed the artist's toils To build for Giants, and for his vain earth, His shrunken ashes, raise this Dome: How smiles The gazer's eye with philosophic mirth,[pi] To view the huge design which sprung from such a birth!

CLIII.[519]

But lo! the Dome--the vast and wondrous Dome,[pj][520] To which Diana's marvel was a cell-- Christ's mighty shrine above His martyr's tomb![pk] I have beheld the Ephesian's miracle--[521] Its columns strew the wilderness, and dwell The hyæna and the jackal in their shade;[522] I have beheld Sophia's bright roofs swell[pl] Their glittering mass i' the Sun, and have surveyed[pm] Its sanctuary the while the usurping Moslem prayed;[523]