...by a flash of lightning, which brought to my mind those lines of Byron — 'As I gazed, the place I 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 lately saw...

...arches of Constantino and Titus, and the Flavian amphitheatre, the Niagara of ruins! " The heart runs o'er With silent worship of the great of old; The dead but sceptred sovereigns, who stilt rale Our spirits from their urns." This is no poetic exaggeration. I am inclined to think Byron...

...cast a wide and tender light. Which soften'd down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and flll'd h ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock — 'T 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...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...

...wide and tender light, Which softened down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and filled up, \ Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making...sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns. Matthews observes, in his " Diary of an Invalid," " I drove at midnight to see the Coliseum by moonlight...

...Which softened down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and filled up, As 'twere anew, the gap of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still...heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old I The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns. Matthews observes,...

...down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and till d up, As 'twere anew, the gaps of centories; Leaving that beautiful which still was so. And making...and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the grest of old 1 — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns."...

...neighbourhood of the ColUseum at Rome ; he talks of the influence it had upon his mind, until he says— • The place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old. The dead jet scoptred sovereigns that Hill rule Our spirits from their urni.' Are there no urns to animate us...

...well as by the stirring representations of Eeality ; and, by poetic pictures of past attachment, ' Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the shrine Becomes religion, and the heart runs o'er With silent worship. * * The dead still rule Our spirits...

...rolling moon , upon All this, and cast a wide and tender light, Which softened down the hoar austeritj Of rugged desolation, and fill'd up, As 'twere anew,...The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule THE TEMPLE OF PEACE. It stood near the via The Sacra (a), the forum of Nerva (£) and the Roman forum...