...1 1 the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship uf the great of old! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their nrns. — Twas such a night ! 'Tie étrange that I recaí it at thie time ; But I have found our thoughts...

...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. — Twas such a night ; Tis strange that I recall it at this time ; But I have found our thoughts take...

...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. — "Twas such a night ! "J'is strange that I recall it at this time ; But I have found our thoughts...

...with the stately politeness of Sir Charles Grandison, and the courtlj vivacity of Will Honeycomb ! " The dead but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their hate." The cocked hat was indeed the symbol of courtesy ; but why lament the emblem when the thing...

...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. — 'T was such a night ! 'T is strange that I recall it at this time ; But I have found our thoughts...

...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. — 'Twas such a night 1 Enter the ABBOT. Abbot. My good lord ! I crave a second grace for this approach...

...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. — 'Twas such a night ! Enter the ABBOT. Abbot. My good lord I I crave a second grace for this approach...

...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. — Т was such a night! Tis strange that I recall it at this time; But, I have found, our thoughts...

...henafiaid yn gystal a'n cyfoedion. Edmygu, nid addoli, yr henafiaid mawreddog. " The great of old, The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns." Byddai yn dda i chwi wneuthur eich hunain yn adnabyddus âg ysgrifeniadau yr athronwyr hyny ag sydd...

...both. " The place became religious, and the heart run o'er With silent worship of the great of old ; The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns." Few of the Italians lead a domestic life ; their fine climate permits them to pass almost all the time...