Fills not alone those haunts, but earth, air, sea,
And Time, which presses on to finish his decree.
XLI.
Olympus, Ida, Delphi! ye, the thrones
And temples of a visionary might,
Brooding in clouds above your forest zones,
And mantling thence the realms beneath with night:
Ye have look’d down on battles—Fear and Flight,
And arm’d Revenge, all hurrying past below!—
But there is yet a more appalling sight