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...tender light, Which soften'd down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and fill'd up> As 'twere, anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful...strange that I recall it at this time ; But I have found our thoughts take wildest flight Even at the moment when they should array Themselves in pensive order....

...tender light, Which softeu'd down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and fill'd up, As 'twere, anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful...strange that I recall it at this time; But I have found our thoughts take wildest flight Even at the moment when they should array Themselves in pensive order....

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...nothing!" Lord Byron did not so think, and so feel, when he stood within the Coliseum's wall : — " 'Till the place Became Religion, and the heart ran...The dead, but sceptred, Sovereigns, who still rule Onr spirits from their urns." Manfred. But to return to Pope. — The question no longer is, as Johnson...

...bosom of an American visitor, who gazes at it " Till the place Becomes religion, and the heart runs o'er With silent worship of the great of old! —...but sceptred sovereigns who still rule Our spirits ftom their urns !" It was under the influence of similar feelings that I entered for the first time...

...bosom of an American visitor, who gazes at it " Till the place Becomes religion, and the heart runs o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! —...but sceptred sovereigns who still rule Our spirits ftom their urns !" It was under the influence of similar feelings that I entered for the first time...

...bosom of an American visitor, who gazes at it " Till the place Becomes religion, and the heart runs o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead but sceptred sovereigns who stHl rule Our spirits ftom their urns !" It was umler the influence of similar feelings that I entered...

...tender light, Which soften'd down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and fill'd up, As 'twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful...urns. — 'Twas such a night ! Tis strange that I recal it at this time ; But I have found our thoughts take wildest flight Even at the moment when they...