Of various structure | but of equal grace!
Four brazen gates | on columns lifted high, |
Salute the different quarters | of the sky.
Here fabled chiefs, | in darker ages born, |
Or worthies old, | whom arms or arts adorn, |
Who cities rais’d, | or tam’d a monstrous race, |
The walls, | in venerable order, | grace:
Heroes | in animated marble | frown, |
And legislators seem | to speak in stone.
Westward | a sumptuous frontispiece | appear’d |