Fill’d with immortal life each muscle swells,
In every line supernal grandeur dwells,
Consummate work! the noblest and the last
Of Grecian Freedom, ere her reign was past:[8]
Nurse of the mighty, she, while lingering still,
Her mantle flow’d o’er many a classic hill,
Ere yet her voice its parting accents breathed,
A hero’s image to the world bequeathed;
Enshrined in thee th’ imperishable ray
Of high-soul’d Genius, foster’d by her sway,