...not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er Wilh silent worship of the great of old ! The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns." The palace of the Caesars — allusions to which Byron has thus mingled with his description of the...

...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...

...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,...

...making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship slavP , — T was such a night ! 'Tis strange that I recall it at this time ; But I have found our thoughts...

...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...

...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...

...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,...

...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,...

...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,...

...under the groves of golden Italy, and, in quaint dialogue, or fine pantomine, 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...