Adorn’d with flowery knolls the sloping green, 90
Bounded by balmy shrubs from climes unknown,
And all the nobler trees that grace our own.
Above, he saw a giant-tower ascend,
That seem’d the neighbouring beauty to defend
Of some light graceful dome—“And this,” he cried,
“Awakes my pleasure, though it wounds my pride.”
He saw apartments where appear’d to rise
What seem’d as men, and fix’d on him their eyes—
Pictures that spoke; and there were mirrors tall,