With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in ItalyEdited by Anna Benneson McMahan . piledOf a sublinier aspect? Majesty,Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisledla this eternal ark of worship undefiled. CLV Enter : its grandeur overwhelms thee not;And why ? it is not lessened; but thy mind,Expanded by the genius of the spot,Has grown colossal, and can only findA fit abode wherein appear enshrinedThy nopes of immortality; and thouShalt one day, if found worthy, so defined,See thy God face to face as thou dost nowHis Holy of Holies, nor
With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in ItalyEdited by Anna Benneson McMahan . piledOf a sublinier aspect? Majesty,Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisledla this eternal ark of worship undefiled. CLV Enter : its grandeur overwhelms thee not;And why ? it is not lessened; but thy mind,Expanded by the genius of the spot,Has grown colossal, and can only findA fit abode wherein appear enshrinedThy nopes of immortality; and thouShalt one day, if found worthy, so defined,See thy God face to face as thou dost nowHis Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow. CLVI Thou movest — but increasing with the advance,Like climbing some great Alp, which still doth rise,Deceived by its gigantic elegance;Yastness which grows, but grows to harmonise —All musical in its immensities;Rich marbles, richer painting, shrines where flameThe lamps of gold, and haughty dome which viesIn air with Earths chief structures, though their frameSits on the firm-set ground — and this the clouds must claim. [ 102 ] REAR View of St. Peters, with view ofdome designed by Michel •But lo, the, dome, the, vast and wondrous domeTo which Dianas mam/ was a mighty shrine above his martyrs t! — Childe Harold, Canto IV, stanza cliii, i>. 101. THE YEARS 1817, 1818, 1819 CLVII Thou seest not all; but piecemeal thou must breakTo separate contemplation the great whole;And as the ocean many bays will make,That ask the eye — so here condense thy soulTo more immediate objects, and controlThy thoughts until thy mind hath got by heartIts eloquent proportions, and unrollIn mighty graduations, part by part,The glory which at once upon thee did not dart, CLVIII Not by its fault — but thine. Our outward senseIs but of gradual grasp : and as it isThat what we have of feeling most intenseOutstrips our faint expression; even so thisOutshining and overwhelming edificeFools our fond gaze, and greatest of the greatDefies at first
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