Rome ancient and modern, and its environs, Volume 4

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Page 554 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule
Page 439 - But here youth offers to old age the food, The milk of his own gift:—it is her sire To whom she renders back the debt of blood Born with her birth. No; he shall not expire While in those warm and lovely veins the fire Of health and holy feeling can provide Great Nature's
Page 206 - Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave .. The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown;—- What was this tower of strength? within its
Page 201 - young Aurora of the air, The nympholepsy of some fond despair: Or, it might be, a beauty of the earth, Who found a more than common votary there, Too much adoring; whatsoe'er thy birth Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
Page 554 - battlements, And twines its roots with the imperial hearths. Ivy usurps the laurel's place of growth; — But the gladiator's bloody Circus stands, A noble wreck in ruinous perfection! While Caesar's chambers, and the Augustan halls
Page 492 - severe, austere , sublime— Shrine of all Saints and temple of all gods , From Jove to Jesus—spared and blessed by time Looking tranquillity, while falls or nods Arch, empire, each thing round thee, and man plods
Page 554 - 1 do remember me, that in my youth, When I was wandering, — Upon such a night I stood within the Coliseum's wall, Midst the chief relics of almighty
Page 288 - subterranean damps, where the owl peep'd, Deeming it midnight: —• Temples, baths, or halls? Pronounce who can; for all that Learning reap'd From her research bath been, that these are walls — Behold the Imperial Mount!
Page 439 - the heart and from the heart we took Our first and sweetest nurture, when the wife, Blest into mother, in the innocent look, Or even the piping cry of lips that brook No pain and small suspense, a joy perceives Man knows not, when from out its cradled nook She sees her little bud put forth its leaves— What may the fruit be yet?—I know
Page 554 - to skirt the horizon, yet they stood Within a bowshot where the Caesars dwelt, And dwell the tuneless birds of night, amidst A grove which springs through

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