Alps on Alps in clusters swelling,Mighty, and pure, and fit to makeThe ramparts of a Godhead's dwelling! Rhymes on the Road (1823)
Even here, in this region of wonders, I findThat light-footed Fancy leaves Truth far behind,Or at least, like Hippomenes, turns her astrayBy the golden illusions he flings in her way. Rhymes on the Road (1823)