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Dell' aureo albergo con l' Aurora innanzi	A
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Behind Aurora's wheels the rising sun	B
His voyage from his golden shrine begun	B
With such ethereal speed as if the Hours	A
Had caught him slumb'ring in her rosy bowers	A
With lordly eye that reach'd the world's extreme	C
Methought he look'd when gliding on his beam	C
That wing d power approach'd that wheels his car	D
In its wide annual range from star to star	D
Measuring vicissitude till now more near	E
Methought these thrilling accents met my ear	F
New laws must be observed if mortals claim	G
Spite of the lapse of time eternal fame	G
Those laws have lost their force that Heaven decreed	H
And I my circle run with fruitless speed	H
If fame's loud breath the slumb'ring dust inspire	I
And bid to live with never dying fire	J
My power that measures mortal things is cross'd	K
And my long glories in oblivion lost	K
If mortals on yon planet's shadowy face	A
Can match the tenor of my heavenly race	A
I strive with fruitless speed from year to year	E
To keep precedence o'er a lower sphere	E
In vain yon flaming coursers I prepare	L
In vain the watery world and ambient air	L
Their vigour feeds if thus with angels' flight	M
A mortal can o'ertake the race of light	M
Were you a lesser planet doom'd to run	B
A shorter journey round a nobler sun	B
Ranging among yon dusky orbs below	N
A more degrading doom I could not know	N
Now spread your swiftest wings my steeds of flame	G
We must not yield to man's ambitious aim	G
With emulation's noblest fires I glow	N
And soon that reptile race that boast below	N
Bright Fame's conducting lamp that seems to vie	O
With my incessant journeys round the sky	O
And gains or seems to gain increasing light	M
Yet shall its glories sink in gradual night	M
But I am still the same my course began	P
Before that dusky orb the seat of man	P
Was built in ambient air with constant sway	Q
I lead the grateful change of night and day	Q
To one ethereal track for ever bound	R
And ever treading one eternal round	R
And now methought with more than mortal ire	I
He seem'd to lash along his steeds of fire	J
And shot along the air with glancing ray	Q
Swift as a falcon darting on its prey	Q
No planet's swift career could match his speed	H
That seem'd the power of fancy to exceed	H
The courier of the sky I mark'd with dread	S
As by degrees the baseless fabric fled	S
That human power had built while high disdain	T
I felt within to see the toiling train	T
Striving to seize each transitory thing	U
That fleets away on dissolution's wing	U
And soonest from the firmest grasp recede	H
Like airy forms with tantalizing speed	H
O mortals ere the vital powers decay	Q
Or palsied eld obscures the mental ray	Q
Raise your affections to the things above	V
Which time or fickle chance can never move	W
Had you but seen what I despair to sing	U
How fast his courser plied the flaming wing	U
With unremitted speed the soaring mind	X
Had left his low terrestrial cares behind	X
But what an awful change of earth and sky	O
All in a moment pass'd before my eye	O
Now rigid winter stretch'd her brumal reign	T
With frown Gorgonean over land and main	T
And Flora now her gaudy mantle spread	S
And many a blushing rose adorn'd her bed	S
The momentary seasons seem'd to fleet	Y
From bright solstitial dews to winter's driving sleet	Y
In circle multiform and swift career	E
A wondrous tale untold to mortal ear	F
Before yet reason's calm unbiass'd view	Z
Must soon pronounce the seeming fable true	Z
When deep remorse for many a wasted spring	U
Still haunts the frighted soul on demon wing	U
Fond hope allured me on with meteor flight	M
And Love my fancy fed with vain delight	M
Chasing through fairy fields her pageants gay	Q
But now at last a clear and steady ray	Q
From reason's mirror sent my folly shows	A
And on my sight the hideous image throws	A
Of what I am a mind eclipsed and lost	K
By vice degraded from its noble post	A2
But yet e'en yet the mind's elastic spring	U
Buoys up my powers on resolution's wing	U
While on the flight of time with rueful gaze	A
Intent I try to thread the backward maze	A
And husband what remains a scanty space	A
Few fleeting hours alas have pass'd away	Q
Since a weak infant in the lap I lay	Q
For what is human life but one uncertain day	Q
Now hid by flying vapours dark and cold	B2
And brighten'd now with gleams of sunny gold	B2
That mock the gazer's eye with gaudy show	N
And leave the victim to substantial woe	N
Yet hope can live beneath the stormy sky	O
And empty pleasures have their pinions ply	O
And frantic pride exalts the lofty brow	C2
Nor marks the snares of death that lurk below	N
Uncertain whether now the shaft of fate	D2
Sings on the wind or heaven prolongs my date	D2
I see my hours run on with cruel speed	H
And in my doom the fate of all I read	S
A certain doom which nature's self must feel	E2
When the dread sentence checks the mundane wheel	E2
Go court the smiles of Hope ye thoughtless crew	Z
Her fairy scenes disclose an ample view	Z
To brainless men But Wisdom o'er the field	F2
Casts her keen glance and lifts her beamy shield	F2
To meet the point of Fate that flies afar	D
And with stern vigilance expects the war	G2
Perhaps in vain my admonitions fall	H2
Yet still the Muse repeats the solemn call	H2
Nor can she see unmoved your senses drown'd	R
By Circe's deadly spells in sleep profound	R
She cannot see the flying seasons roll	I2
In dread succession to the final goal	I2
And sweep the tribes of men so fast away	Q
To Stygian darkness or eternal day	Q
With unconcern Oh yet the doom repeal	E2
Before your callous hearts forget to feel	E2
E'er Penitence foregoes her fruitless toil	J2
Or hell's black regent claims his human spoil	J2
Oh haste before the fatal arrows fly	O
That send you headlong to the nether sky	O
When down the gulf the sons of folly go	N
In sad procession to the seat of woe	N
Thus deeply musing on the rapid round	R
Of planetary speed in thought profound	R
I stood and long bewail'd my wasted hours	A
My vain afflictions and my squander'd powers	A
When in deliberate march a train was seen	K2
In silent order moving o'er the green	K2
A band that seem'd to hold in high disdain	T
The desolating power of Time's resistless reign	T
Their names were hallow'd in the Muse's song	L2
Wafted by fame from age to age along	L2
High o'er oblivion's deep devouring wave	M2
Where millions find an unrefunding grave	M2
With envious glance the changeful power beheld	R
The glorious phalanx which his power repell'd	R
And faster now the fiery chariot flew	Z
While Fame appear'd the rapid flight to rue	Z
And labour'd some to save But close behind	R
I heard a voice which like the western wind	R
That whispers softly through the summer shade	R
These solemn accents to mine ear convey'd	R
Man is a falling flower and Fame in vain	T
Strives to protract his momentaneous reign	T
Beyond his bounds to match the rolling tide	R
On whose dread waves the long olympiads ride	R
Till fed by time the deep procession grows	A
And in long centuries continuous flows	A
For what the power of ages can oppose	A
Though Tempe's rolling flood or Hebrus claim	G
Renown they soon shall live an empty name	G
Where are their heroes now and those who led	R
The files of war by Xanthus' gory bed	R
Or Tuscan Tyber's more illustrious band	R
Whose conquering eagles flew o'er sea and land	R
What is renown a gleam of transient light	R
That soon an envious cloud involves in night	R
While passing Time's malignant hands diffuse	A
On many a noble name pernicious dews	A
Thus our terrestrial glories fade away	Q
Our triumphs pass the pageants of a day	Q
Our fields exchange their lords our kingdoms fall	H2
And thrones are wrapt in Hades' funeral pall	N2
Yet virtue seldom gains what vice had lost	R
And oft the hopes of good desert are cross'd	R
Not wealth alone but mental stores decay	Q
And like the gifts of Mammon pass away	Q
Nor wisdom wealth nor fortune can withstand	R
His desolating march by sea and land	R
Nor prayers nor regal power his wheels restrain	T
Till he has ground us down to dust again	O2
Though various are the titles men can plead	R
Some for a time enjoy the glorious meed	R
That merit claims yet unrelenting fate	R
On all the doom pronounces soon or late	R
And whatsoe'er the vulgar think or say	Q
Were not your lives thus shorten'd to a day	Q
Your eyes would see the consummating power	J
His countless millions at a meal devour	J
And reason's voice my stubborn mind subdued	R
Conviction soon the solemn words pursued	R
I saw all mortal glory pass away	Q
Like vernal snows beneath the rising ray	Q
And wealth and power and honour strive in vain	T
To 'scape the laws of Time's despotic reign	T
Though still to vulgar eyes they seem to claim	G
A lot conspicuous in the lists of Fame	G
Transient as human joys to feeble age	P2
They love to linger on this earthly stage	P2
And think it cruel to be call'd away	Q
On the faint morn of life's disastrous day	Q
Yet ah how many infants on the breast	R
By Heaven's indulgence sink to endless rest	R
And oft decrepid age his lot bewails	Q
Whom every ill of lengthen'd life assails	Q
Hence sick despondence thinks the human lot	R
A gift of fleeting breath too dearly bought	R
But should the voice of Fame's obstreperous blast	R
From ages on to future ages last	R
E'en to the trump of doom how poor the prize	Q
Whose worth depends upon the changing skies	Q
What time bestows and claims the fleeting breath	Q2
Of Fame is but at best a second death	Q2
A death that none of mortal race can shun	B
That wastes the brood of time and triumphs o'er the sun	B
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