Black brow’d, and vaulted high, and yawning wide
From Nature’s structure, or the scoop of Time;
If ample of dimension, vast of size,
Even these an aggrandizing impulse give;
Of solemn thought enthusiastic heights
Even these infuse.—But what of vast in these?
Nothing;—or we must own the skies forgot.
Much less in art.—Vain art! Thou pigmy power!
How dost thou swell and strut, with human pride,
To show thy littleness! What childish toys, 920