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On Death's domain intent I fix my eyes, / Where human nature in vast ruin lies: / With pensive mind I search the drear abode, / Where the great conqu'ror has his spoils bestow'd; / There where the offspring of six thousand years
In endless numbers to my view appears: / Whole kingdoms in his gloomy den are thrust, / And nations mix with their primeval dust: / Insatiate still he gluts the ample tomb; / His is the present, his the age to come.