"In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone, Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws The only shadow that the Desart knows: — "I am great ," saith the stone, "The King of Kings; this mighty City shows "The wonders of my hand." — The City's gone, — Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose The site of this forgotten Babylon.We wonder, — and some Hunter may express Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace, He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess What powerful but unrecorded race Once dwelt in that annihilated place."
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Horace Smith
Horace Smith (born Horatio; December 31, 1779 – July 12, 1849) was an English poet and novelist (as was his elder brother, James Smith), perhaps best known for his participation in a sonnet-writing competition with Percy Bysshe Shelley.
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