| "ARCHES on arches! as it were that Rome, | |
| Collecting the chief trophies of her line, | |
| Would build up all her triumphs in one dome, | |
| Her Coliseum stands; the moonbeams shine | |
| As ’t were its natural torches, for divine |
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| Should be the light which streams here, to illume | |
| This long-explored, but still exhaustless, mine | |
| Of contemplation; and the azure gloom | |
| Of an Italian night, where the deep skies assume." | |
| Lord Byron |
