Towered cities please us then, And the busy hum of men. e. Line 66. 0. MILTON-L'Allegro. Line 117. See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spreal! The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead! f. POPE-Moral Essays. Ep.V. Line 1. I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images; And I spring up as girt to run a race! 9. ROGERS--Rome. LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. V. The louring element Scowls o'er the darkened landscip. MILTON--Paradise Lost. Bk. II. Line 490. COMPENSATION. What we gave, we have: h. Epitaph of Edward, Earl of Devon. O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! i. LONGFELLOW-Endymion. St. 7. Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in; At the devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold; For a cap and bells our lives we pay, Bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking: "Tis heaven alone that is given away, 'Tis only God may be had for the asking, No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer. J. LOWELL--The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Pt. I. Confess thee freely of thy sin; For to deny each article with oath Pt. II. Line 40. Cannot remove, or choke, the strong concep |