 twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; 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...  Blackwood's Magazine - Pàgina 1481825Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pàgines
...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 take... | |
 | George Gilfillan - 1846 - 508 pàgines
...under the groves of golden Italy, and in quaint dialogue or fine pantomimic conversing with the past. The " dead, but sceptred sovereigns who still rule our spirits from their urns," appear at his spell, and range themselves around him. Pericles, the Jupiter of Athens, stands with... | |
 | Camilla Crosland - 1846 - 176 pàgines
...is my pride— That lets me smile at jealous fears, And bid thee from my side. THE MIGHTY DEAD. '* The dead but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns."—BYRON. ERE beauteous Earth had ever felt decay, When man first knew it for a resting-place,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 880 pàgines
...till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old i^-*" ct@[ , — T was such a night ! 'Tis strange that I recall it at this time ; But I have found our thoughts... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1847 - 356 pàgines
...till the place Becah)e 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - 428 pàgines
...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 ! Tis strange that I recall it at this time ; But I have found our thoughts... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 pàgines
...kingdoms. The true monarchs of a country are those whose sway is over thought and emotion. They are " The dead but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns." America abounds in the material of poetry. Its history, its scenery, the structure of its social life,... | |
 | 1848 - 722 pàgines
...still speaketh." The immortality of genius is his lot — he belongs to that glorious company of " dead but sceptred sovereigns Who still rule our spirits from their urns ;" and while his songs preserve the records of the past, which else had perished from mortal memory,... | |
 | 1848 - 1390 pàgines
...still speaketh." The mmortality of genius is his lot — he be• >ngs to that glorious company of " dead but sceptred sovereigns Who still rule our spirits from their urns . ' and while his songs preserve the records of the past, which else had perished from mortal memory,... | |
 | John Lettsom Elliot - 1851 - 130 pàgines
...Greek or Latin author since I left Oxford. A'CUTE. More shame for you ! (aside). And yet, in the relics of " The dead, but sceptred, sovereigns, who still rule " Our spirits from their urns " — BOB. After Religion, Mr. A' Cute — always after Religion. A'CUTE. My dear Major, I stand rebuked:... | |
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