Oh! where, Dodona![151] is thine agéd Grove,

Prophetic Fount, and Oracle divine?

What valley echoed the response of Jove?

What trace remaineth of the Thunderer's shrine?

All, all forgotten—and shall Man repine

That his frail bonds to fleeting life are broke?[152]

Cease, Fool! the fate of Gods may well be thine:

Wouldst thou survive the marble or the oak?

When nations, tongues, and worlds must sink beneath the stroke!