And now upsend afar a deaf'ning shout …

a live man, or orator

Behold how my words have died from all the ages, and nothing can be heard but the grating sounds of your pandemonious conclaves.

But when we come to look upon them [strata of the earth], not, indeed, as the prima mobilia, but at least as the instruments, the levers and wedges with which the real primum mobile, the central heat, does its rough work on the crust of our globe, they lose their claim to this ideal permanence, and come to be considered as, in fact, newer than the rocks they penetrate and displace.