Those arts, and high inventions, if unpropped
By virtue.—He, sighing with pensive grief,[754]
Amid his calm abstractions, would admit
That not the slender privilege is theirs
To save themselves from blank forgetfulness!"
When from the Wanderer's lips these words had fallen,
I said, "And, did in truth those vaunted Arts[755]
Possess such privilege, how could we escape
Sadness and keen regret, we who revere,[756]
And would preserve as things above all price,