Acanthus-leaves the marble hide
They once adorn’d in sculptured pride;
And nature hath resumed her throne
O’er the vast works of ages flown.
Was it for this that many a pile,
Pride of Ilissus and of Nile,
To Anio’s banks the image lent
Of each imperial monument?[105]
Now Athens weeps her shatter’d fanes,
Thy temples, Egypt, strew thy plains;