Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old,— The dead but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns. The Edinburgh Monthly Magazine - Страница 2951817Пълен достъп
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...suppose that I would feel something of the natural exultation of a Sole Survivor; but as Byron found that our thoughts take wildest flight Even at the moment when they should array Themselves in pensive order,2 so I find that they sometimes array themselves in pensive order, even at the moment when they...