| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (17881824) (continued) |
| | | 5654 | | O Rome! my country! city of the soul! |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 78. |
| 5655 | | The Niobe of nations! there she stands. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 79. |
| 5656 | Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 98. |
| 5657 | | Heaven gives its favouritesearly death. 1 |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 102. |
| 5658 | History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 108. |
| 5659 | Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 109. |
| 5660 | Tully was not so eloquent as thou, Thou nameless column with the buried base. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 110. |
| 5661 | Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 115. |
| 5662 | | The nympholepsy of some fond despair. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 115. |
| 5663 | | Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 115. |
| 5664 | Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 120. |
| 5665 | | I see before me the gladiator lie. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 140. |
| 5666 | There were his young barbarians all at play; There was their Dacian mother: he, their sire, Butcherd to make a Roman holiday! |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 141. |
| 5667 | While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome fallsthe world. 2 |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 145. |
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