...be,) I saw a shadow that I could not account for, cast beside my own. ' The place Became religious, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old. The dead but scepterccl sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.' In recalling the mass of what we...

...I s:iw a shadow that I could not account for, cast beside my own. ' The place Became religious, am! the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old, The dead but sceptered sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.' In recalling the mass of what we...

...tender light, Which soften'd down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and fill'd up, As 't were anew, the gaps of centuries : Leaving that beautiful...sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns. — 'T was such a night ! 'T is strange that I recall it at this time ; But I have found our thoughts...

...of the Coliseum of Rome ; he talks of the influence it had upon his mind, until, he says, "The piare Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old — The dead yet sceptred sovereigns that still rule Our spirits from their и'ns." The Lady's Chapel constituted...

...them didst shine, thou rolling Moon, upon All this, and cast a wide and tender light, Which soften'd down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and...heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old !" P. 68, 69. In his dying hour he is beset with Demons, who pretend to claim him ae their forfeit...

...and fill'd up, As 'twere, anew, the (eaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was oo, And making that which was not, till the place Became...heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old !" P. 68, 69. In his dying hour he is beset with Demons, who pretend to claim him as their forfeit...

...shore, and lit up by a flash of lightning, which brought to my mind those lines of Byron, ' As I gazed, the place Became Religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old.' " . . . . " I have not yet read Northcote's Life of Titian, but I was much struck with a passage I...

...grandeur on the shore, and lit up by a flash of lightning, which brought to my mind those lines of Byron, Became Religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old.' " ' As I gazed, the place , . < . "I have not yet read Northcote's Life of Titian, but I was much struck...

...hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and fill'd up, As Ч were anew, the gaps of centuries; Lru\ing that beautiful which still was so, And making that...sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns. — Т was such a night! Tis strange that I recall it at this time; But, I have found, our thoughts...

...tender light, Which soften'd down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and fill'd up, As 't were anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful...still was so, And making that which was not, till the plan Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old! — The dead...