rhymes a la mode

Rhymes a la Modeby Andrew LangBALLADE DEDICATORYTO MRS. ELTON OF WHITE STAUNTONThe painted Briton built his mound,And left his celts and clay,On yon fair slope of sunlit groundThat fronts your garden gay;The Roman came, he bore the sway,He bullied, bought, and sold,Your fountain sweeps his works awayBeside your manor old!But still his crumbling urns are found...