Forbid it shame, forbid it decent awe,
What seems so grave, should no attention draw!
Come, let us then with [reverent] step advance,
And greet—the ancient worthies of Romance.
Hence, ye profane! I feel a former dread;
A thousand visions float around my head.
Hark! hollow blasts through empty courts resound,
And shadowy forms with staring eyes stalk round;
See! moats and bridges, walls and castles rise,
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