And with all passions in their turn attacked;
Now, if my Pegasus should not be shod ill,
This poem will become a moral model.
III.
The European with the Asian shore
Sprinkled with palaces—the Ocean stream[271]
Here and there studded with a seventy-four,
Sophia's Cupola with golden gleam,[272]
The cypress groves, Olympus high and hoar,
The twelve isles, and the more than I could dream,