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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...Sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns." Afanfrcd. But to return to Pope. — The question no longer is, as Johnson tells us it once was, "...

...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...