Ancient Egyptian religion

"Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian Grove, or Green, Trampling the unshowr’d Grasse with lowings loud: Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest, Naught but profoundest Hell can be his shroud, In vain with Timbrel’d Anthems dark The sable-stolèd Sorcerers bear his worshipt Ark."

"[...] After these appear’d A crew who under Names of old Renown, Osiris, Isis, Orus and their Train With monstrous shapes and sorceries abus’d Fanatic Egypt and her Priests, to seek Thir wandring Gods disguis’d in brutish forms Rather then human. [...]"

"O tell me, were you standing by when Isis to Osiris knelt?"

"Pomp of Egypt’s elder day, Shade of the mighty passed away, Whose giant works still frown sublime Mid the twilight shades of Time; Fanes, of sculpture vast and rude, That strew the sandy solitude, Lo! before our startled eyes, As at a wizard’s wand, ye rise, Glimmering larger through the gloom! While on the secrets of the tomb, Rapt in other times, we gaze, The Mother Queen of ancient days, Her mystic symbol in her hand, Great Isis, seems herself to stand.From mazy vaults, high-arched and dim, Hark! heard ye not Osiris’ hymn? And saw ye not in order dread The long procession of the dead?"

"You died, believing in Horus and Pasht, Isis, Osiris, and priestly lore; And found, of course, such theories smash’d By actual fact on the heavenly shore."