Death of that death I fearless once survey’d!—
When horror universal shall descend,
And heaven’s dark concave urn all human race, 830
On that enormous, unrefunding tomb,
How just this verse! this monumental sigh!”
Beneath the lumber of demolish’d worlds,
Deep in the rubbish of the general wreck,
Swept ignominious to the common mass
Of matter, never dignified with life,
Here lie proud rationals; the sons of heaven!