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All is exploded--be it good or bad. Reader! remember when thou wert a lad, 10 Then Pitt was all; or, if not all, so much, His very rival almost deemed him such.[255] We--we have seen the intellectual race Of giants stand, like Titans, face to face-- Athos and Ida, with a dashing sea Of eloquence between, which flowed all free, As the deep billows of the AEgean roar Betwixt the Hellenic and the Phrygian shore. But where are they--the rivals! a few feet Of sullen earth divide each winding sheet.[256] 20 How peaceful and how powerful is the grave, Which hushes all! a calm, unstormy wave, Which oversweeps the World. The theme is old Of "Dust to Dust," but half its tale untold: Time tempers not its terrors--still the worm Winds its cold folds, the tomb preserves its form, Varied above, but still alike below; The urn may shine--the ashes will not glow-- Though Cleopatra's mummy cross the sea[257] O'er which from empire she lured Anthony; 30 Though Alexander's urn[258] a show be grown On shores he wept to conquer, though unknown--[259] How vain, how worse than vain, at length appear The madman's wish, the Macedonian's tear! He wept for worlds to conquer--half the earth Knows not his name, or but his death, and birth, And desolation; while his native Greece Hath all of desolation, save its peace. He "wept for worlds to conquer!" he who ne'er Conceived the Globe, he panted not to spare! 40 With even the busy Northern Isle unknown, Which holds his urn--and never knew his throne.