,
vol. 100, pp. 430-433; the _Monthly Magazine_, May, 1823, vol. 55, pp.
322-325; the _Examiner_, March 30, 1823; the _Literary Chronicle_, April
5, 1823; and the _Literary Gazette_, April 5, 1823.

THE AGE OF BRONZE.

I.

The "good old times"--all times when old are good--
Are gone; the present might be if they would;
Great things have been, and are, and greater still
Want little of mere mortals but their will:[dw]
A wider space, a greener field, is given
To those who play their "tricks before high heaven."[254]
I know not if the angels weep, but men
Have wept enough--for what?--to weep again!

II.

All is exploded--be it good or bad.
Reader! remember when thou wert a lad, 10
Then Pitt was all; or, if not all, so much,
His very rival almost deemed him such.[255]
We--we have seen the intellectual race
Of giants stand, like Titans, face to face--
Athos and Ida, with a dashing sea
Of eloquence between, which flowed all free,
As the deep billows of the AEgean roar
Betwixt the Hellenic and the Phrygian shore.
But where are they--the rivals! a few feet
Of sullen earth divide each winding sheet.[256] 20
How peaceful and how powerful is the grave,
Which hushes all! a calm, unstormy wave,
Which oversweeps the World. The theme is old
Of "Dust to Dust," but half its tale untold:
Time tempers not its terrors--still the worm
Winds its cold folds, the tomb preserves its form,
Varied above, but still alike below;
The urn may shine--the ashes will not glow--
Though Cleopatra's mummy cross the sea[257]
O'er which from empire she lured Anthony; 30
Though Alexander's urn[258] a show be grown
On shores he wept to conquer, though unknown--[259]
How vain, how worse than vain, at length appear
The madman's wish, the Macedonian's tear!
He wept for worlds to conquer--half the earth
Knows not his name, or but his death, and birth,
And desolation; while his native Greece
Hath all of desolation, save its peace.
He "wept for worlds to conquer!" he who ne'er
Conceived the Globe, he panted not to spare! 40
With even the busy Northern Isle unknown,
Which holds his urn--and never knew his throne.