Sunk in their urns; behold the pride of pomp,
The throne of nations fallen; obscured in dust;
Even yet majestical: the solemn scene
Elates the soul, while now the rising sun
Flames on the ruins in the purer air
Towering aloft, upon the glittering plain,
Like broken rocks, a vast circumference;
Rent palaces, crushed columns, rifted moles,
Fanes rolled on fanes, and tombs on buried tombs.
- Deep lies in dust the Theban obelisk,
Immense along the waste:
John Dyer, The Ruins of Rome, 1740,
Some notes on the sublime, ruins, and romanticism.