Whilst many an alpine height and distant plain, 345
Touched by the hand of genius, smiles again.
Here too, on walls bright with the ev’ning rays,
Thy magic wand of classic fancy plays
Angelica![[6]] whose pencil’s graceful line
Gives life and tint to sculpture’s chaste design; 350
Here thine Arcadian groups and attic scenes
Seem the Elysium of a poet’s dreams,
The fair embodied forms which fancy shews,
When the pleased mind luxuriates in repose,