Annals and Antiquities of Rajasthan, or the Central and Western Rajput States of India v2.c27.s7.t6.10

v2.c27.s7.t6.10

His lips disdain'd the myst'ry to disclose,
And borne on swifter wing, he hurried by !
The broken columns *whose* ? I ask'd of *Fame* :
(Her kindling breath gives life to works sublime ;)
With downcast looks of mingled grief and shame,
She heaved the uncertain sigh, and follow'd *Time* [781].
Wrapt in amazement o'er the mouldering pile,
I saw *Oblivion* pass with giant stride ;
And while his visage wore *Pride's* scornful smile,
Haply thou *know'st*, then tell me, *whose* I cried,
*Whose* these vast domes that ev'n in ruin shine ?
I reck not whose, he said : they now are mine.