The universal anthology ; a collection of the best literature, ancient, mediaeval and modern, with biographical and explanatory notes . arkle richly on their raven hair. Where is Thebes in all her glory, with her gates of beaten gold ?Where Syene, or that marvel, Heliopolis of old ? Where is Edfu ? Where Abydos ? Where those pillared towns of yoreWhose auroral temples glittered by the Niles thick-peopled shore ? Gone as evanescent cloudlands. Alplike in the afterglow; But these Kings hold fast their bodies of four thousand years ago. Sealed up in their Mausoleums, in the bowels of the hills, T
The universal anthology ; a collection of the best literature, ancient, mediaeval and modern, with biographical and explanatory notes . arkle richly on their raven hair. Where is Thebes in all her glory, with her gates of beaten gold ?Where Syene, or that marvel, Heliopolis of old ? Where is Edfu ? Where Abydos ? Where those pillared towns of yoreWhose auroral temples glittered by the Niles thick-peopled shore ? Gone as evanescent cloudlands. Alplike in the afterglow; But these Kings hold fast their bodies of four thousand years ago. Sealed up in their Mausoleums, in the bowels of the hills, There they hide from dissolution and Deaths swiftly grinding mills. Scattering fire, Urseus serpents guard the Tombs tremendous gate;While Troth holds the trembling balance, weighs the heart and sealsits fate. And a multitude of mummies in the swaddling clothes of oer the sullen river, on and on still hasteneth. And around them and above them, blazoned on the rocky walls,Crowned with stars, enlaced by serpents, in divine processionr^^ Building of the Pyramids From the painting by- G. Richter, in the Gallery at Munich. THE TOMBS OF THE KINGS. 119 Ibis-headed, jackal-featured, vulture-hooded, pass on high, Gods ou gods through Times perspectives — pilgrims of Eternity. There, revealed by fitful flashes, in a gloom that may be felt,Wild Chimeras flash from darkness, glittering like Orions belt. And on high, oer shining waters, in their barks the gods sail by,In the Sunboat and the Moonboat, rowed across the rose-hued sky. Night, that was before Creation, watches sphinxlike, starred with eyes,And the hours and days are passing, and the years and centuries. But these mummied Kings of Egypt, pictures of a perished race,Lie, of busy Death forgotten, face by immemorial face. Though the glorious sun above them, burning on the naked plain,Clothes the empty wilderness with the golden, glowing grain; Though the balmy Moon above them, floating in the milky Blue,Fills the empt
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