There she is. Behold her, and judge for yourselves. There is her
history; the world knows it by heart. The past, at least, is
secure. There is Boston and Concord and Lexington and Bunker
Hill; and there they will remain forever.
_Second Speech on Foot's Resolution, Jan. 26, 1830. P. 317._
The people's government, made for the people, made by the people,
and answerable to the people.[532-2]
_Second Speech on Foot's Resolution, Jan. 26, 1830. P. 321._
When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun
in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored
fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered,
discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or
drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood.
_Second Speech on Foot's Resolution, Jan. 26, 1830. Vol. iii. p. 342._
Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable.
_Second Speech on Foot's Resolution, Jan. 26, 1830. Vol. iii. p. 342._
God grants liberty only to those who love it, and are always
ready to guard and defend it.
_Speech, June 3, 1834. Vol. iv. p. 47._
On this question of principle, while actual suffering was yet
afar off, they [the Colonies] raised their flag against a power
to which, for purposes of foreign conquest and subjugation, Rome
in the height of her glory is not to be compared,--a power which
has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her
possessions and military posts, whose morning drum-beat,
following the sun,[533-1] and keeping company with the hours,
circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the
martial airs of England.[533-2]
_Speech, May 7, 1834. P. 110._
Inconsistencies of opinion, arising from changes of
circumstances, are often justifiable.
_Speech, July 25 and 27, 1846. Vol. v. p. 187._
I was born an American; I will live an American; I shall die an
American.[533-3]
_Speech, July 17, 1850. P. 437._
There is no refuge from confession but suicide; and suicide is
confession.
_Argument on the Murder of Captain White, April 6, 1830. Vol. vi. p. 54._
There is nothing so powerful as truth,--and often nothing so
strange.
_Argument on the Murder of Captain White. Vol. vi. p. 68._
Fearful concatenation of circumstances.[534-1]
_Argument on the Murder of Captain White. Vol. vi. p. 88._
A sense of duty pursues us ever. It is omnipresent, like the
Deity. If we take to ourselves the wings of the morning, and
dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, duty performed or duty
violated is still with us, for our happiness or our misery. If we
say the darkness shall cover us, in the darkness as in the light
our obligations are yet with us.
_Argument on the Murder of Captain White. Vol. vi. p. 105._
I shall defer my visit to Faneuil Hall, the cradle of American
liberty, until its doors shall fly open on golden hinges to
lovers of Union as well as lovers of liberty.[534-2]
_Letter, April, 1851._
FOOTNOTES:
[529-3] This oration will be read five hundred years hence with as
much rapture as it was heard. It ought to be read at the end of
every century, and indeed at the end of every year, forever and
ever.--JOHN ADAMS: _Letter to Webster, Dec. 23, 1821._
[530-1] Mr. Adams, describing a conversation with Jonathan Sewall
in 1774, says: "I answered that the die was now cast; I had passed
the Rubicon. Swim or sink, live or die, survive or perish with my
country was my unalterable determination."--JOHN ADAMS: _Works,
vol. iv. p. 8._
Live or die, sink or swim.--PEELE: _Edward I._ (1584?).
[531-1] Mr. Webster says of Mr. Adams: "On the day of his death,
hearing the noise of bells and cannon, he asked the occasion. On
being reminded that it was 'Independent Day,' he replied,
'Independence forever.'"--_Works, vol. i. p. 150._ BANCROFT:
_History of the United States, vol. vii. p. 65._
[531-2]
We shall be strong to run the race,
And climb the upper sky.
WATTS: _Spiritual Hymns, xxiv._
[531-3] He it was that first gave to the law the air of a science.
He found it a skeleton, and clothed it with life, colour, and
complexion; he embraced the cold statue, and by his touch it grew
into youth, health, and beauty.--BARRY YELVERTON (Lord Avonmore):
_On Blackstone._
[531-4] See Scott, page 493.
[532-1] A national debt, if it is not excessive, will be to us a
national blessing.--ALEXANDER HAMILTON.
[532-2] When the State of Pennsylvania held its convention to
consider the Constitution of the United States, Judge Wilson said
of the introductory clause, "We, the people, do ordain and
establish," etc.: "It is not an unmeaning flourish. The
expressions declare in a practical manner the principle of this
Constitution. It is ordained and established by the people
themselves." This was regarded as an authoritative
exposition.--_The Nation._
That government of the people, by the people, for the people,
shall not perish from the earth.--ABRAHAM LINCOLN: _Speech at
Gettysburg, Nov. 19, 1863._
[533-1] See Scott, page 495.
[533-2]
The martial airs of England
Encircle still the earth.
AMELIA B. RICHARDS: _The Martial Airs of England._
[533-3] See Patrick Henry, page 429.
[534-1] See Scott, page 494.
[534-2] Mr. Webster's reply to the invitation of his friends, who
had been refused the use of Faneuil Hall by the Mayor and Aldermen
of Boston.
JANE TAYLOR. 1783-1824.
Though man a thinking being is defined,
Few use the grand prerogative of mind.
How few think justly of the thinking few!
How many never think, who think they do!
_Essays in Rhyme._ (_On Morals and Manners. Prejudice._) _Essay i. Stanza
45._
Far from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes and vain desires,
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
_Hymn._
I thank the goodness and the grace
Which on my birth have smiled,
And made me, in these Christian days,
A happy Christian child.
_A Child's Hymn of Praise._
Oh that it were my chief delight
To do the things I ought!
Then let me try with all my might
To mind what I am taught.
_For a Very Little Child._[535-1]
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.
_My Mother._
FOOTNOTES:
[535-1] Written by Ann Taylor.
REGINALD HEBER. 1783-1826.
Failed the bright promise of your early day.
_Palestine._
No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.[535-2]
Majestic silence!
_Palestine._
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.
_Epiphany._
By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!
_First Sunday after Epiphany. No. ii._
When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
_Seventh Sunday after Trinity._
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
_At a Funeral. No. i._
Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb.
_At a Funeral. No. ii._
Thus heavenly hope is all serene,
But earthly hope, how bright soe'er,
Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene,
As false and fleeting as 't is fair.
_On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope._
From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand.
_Missionary Hymn._
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile.
_Missionary Hymn._
I see them on their winding way,
About their ranks the moonbeams play.
_Lines written to a March._
FOOTNOTES:
[535-2] Altered in later editions to--
No workman's steel, no ponderous axes rung,
Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung.
WASHINGTON IRVING. 1783-1859.
Free-livers on a small scale, who are prodigal within the compass
of a guinea.
_The Stout Gentleman._
The almighty dollar,[536-1] that great object of universal
devotion throughout our land, seems to have no genuine devotees
in these peculiar villages.
_The Creole Village._
FOOTNOTES:
[536-1] See Jonson, page 178.
LEIGH HUNT. 1784-1859.
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace.
_Abou Ben Adhem._
Write me as one who loves his fellow-men.
_Abou Ben Adhem._
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
_Abou Ben Adhem._
Oh for a seat in some poetic nook,
Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!
_Politics and Poetics._
With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks
To lie and read in, sloping into brooks.
_The Story of Rimini._
SAMUEL WOODWORTH. 1785-1842.
How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view.
_The Old Oaken Bucket._
Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing,
And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.
_The Old Oaken Bucket._
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
_The Old Oaken Bucket._
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. 1785-1842.
A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast,
And fills the white and rustling sail,
And bends the gallant mast.
And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
While like the eagle free
Away the good ship flies, and leaves
Old England on the lee.
_A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea._
While the hollow oak our palace is,
Our heritage the sea.
_A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea._
When looks were fond and words were few.
_Poet's Bridal-day Song._
SIR W. F. P. NAPIER. 1785-1860.
Napoleon's troops fought in bright fields, where every helmet
caught some gleams of glory; but the British soldier conquered
under the cool shade of aristocracy. No honours awaited his
daring, no despatch gave his name to the applauses of his
countrymen; his life of danger and hardship was uncheered by
hope, his death unnoticed.
_Peninsular War_ (1810). _Vol. ii. Book xi. Chap. iii._
JOHN PIERPONT. 1785-1866.
A weapon that comes down as still
As snowflakes fall upon the sod;
But executes a freeman's will,
As lightning does the will of God;
And from its force nor doors nor locks
Can shield you,--'t is the ballot-box.
_A Word from a Petitioner._
From every place below the skies
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,--
The incense of the heart,[538-1]--may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.
_Every Place a Temple._
FOOTNOTES:
[538-1] See Cotton, page 362.
BRYAN W. PROCTER. 1787-1874.
The sea! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
_The Sea._
I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea!
I am where I would ever be,
With the blue above and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe'er I go.
_The Sea._
I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more.
_The Sea._
Touch us gently, Time![538-2]
Let us glide adown thy stream
Gently,--as we sometimes glide
Through a quiet dream.
_Touch us gently, Time._
FOOTNOTES:
[538-2] See Crabbe, page 445.
LORD BYRON 1788-1824.
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer
For other's weal avail'd on high,
Mine will not all be lost in air,
But waft thy name beyond the sky.
_Farewell! if ever fondest Prayer._
I only know we loved in vain;
I only feel--farewell! farewell!
_Farewell! if ever fondest Prayer._
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years.
_When we Two parted._
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 6._
'T is pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print;
A book 's a book, although there 's nothing in 't.
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 51._
With just enough of learning to misquote.
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 66._
As soon
Seek roses in December, ice in June;
Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff;
Believe a woman or an epitaph,
Or any other thing that 's false, before
You trust in critics.
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 75._
Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms.
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 326._
Oh, Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 399._
So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
View'd his own feather on the fatal dart,
And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.[539-1]
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 826._
Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires,
And decorate the verse herself inspires:
This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,--
Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 839._
Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh give me back my heart!
_Maid of Athens._
Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 5._
If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 7._
Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 9._
Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 10._
Might shake the saintship of an anchorite.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 11._
Adieu! adieu! my native shore
Fades o'er the waters blue.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 13._
My native land, good night!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 13._
O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 15._
In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 20._
By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see
For one who hath no friend, no brother there.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 40._
Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.[540-1]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 82._
War, war is still the cry,--"war even to the knife!"[541-1]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 86._
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 2._
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 2._
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 2._
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.[541-2]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 6._
Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 23._
None are so desolate but something dear,
Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd
A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 24._
But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,
And roam along, the world's tired denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 26._
Coop'd in their winged, sea-girt citadel.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 28._
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 73._
Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not,
Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 76._
A thousand years scarce serve to form a state:
An hour may lay it in the dust.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 84._
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 85._
Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 88._
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 88._
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 1._
Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
That knows his rider.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 2._
I am as a weed
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail
Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 2._
He who grown aged in this world of woe,
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life,[542-1]
So that no wonder waits him.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 5._
Years steal
Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb,
And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 8._
There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gather'd then
Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 21._
But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Did ye not hear it?--No! 't was but the wind,
Or the car rattling o'er the stony street.
On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 22._
He rush'd into the field, and foremost fighting fell.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 23._
And there was mounting in hot haste.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 25._
Or whispering with white lips, "The foe! They come! they come!"
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 25._
Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves,
Over the unreturning brave.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 27._
Battle's magnificently stern array.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 28._
And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 32._
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 42._
He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find
The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow;
He who surpasses or subdues mankind
Must look down on the hate of those below.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 45._
All tenantless, save to the crannying wind.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 47._
The castled crag of Drachenfels
Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 55._
He had kept
The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 57._
But there are wanderers o'er Eternity
Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 70._
By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 71._
I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me;[543-1] and to me
High mountains are a feeling, but the hum
Of human cities torture.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 72._
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing
To waft me from distraction.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 85._
On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 86._
All is concentr'd in a life intense,
Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,
But hath a part of being.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 89._
In solitude, where we are least alone.[544-1]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 90._
The sky is changed,--and such a change! O night
And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,
Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light
Of a dark eye in woman! Far along,
From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,
Leaps the live thunder.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 92._
Exhausting thought,
And hiving wisdom with each studious year.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 107._
Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 107._
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.[544-2]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 113._
I stood
Among them, but not of them; in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 113._
I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs,
A palace and a prison on each hand.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 1._
Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 1._
Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 3._
The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree
I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed.
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 10._
Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo,
The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe![545-1]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 12._
There are some feelings time cannot benumb,
Nor torture shake.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 19._
Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 23._
The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew,
The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,--too many, yet how few!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 24._
Parting day
Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues
With a new colour as it gasps away,
The last still loveliest, till--'t is gone, and all is gray.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 29._
The Ariosto of the North.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 40._
Italia! O Italia! thou who hast
The fatal gift of beauty.[545-2]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 42._
Fills
The air around with beauty.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 49._
Let these describe the undescribable.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 53._
The starry Galileo with his woes.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 54._
Ungrateful Florence! Dante sleeps afar,
Like Scipio, buried by the upbraiding shore.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 57._
The poetry of speech.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 58._
The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss,
And boil in endless torture.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 69._
Then farewell Horace, whom I hated so,--
Not for thy faults, but mine.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 77._
O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 78._
The Niobe of nations! there she stands.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 79._
Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,
Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 98._
Heaven gives its favourites--early death.[546-1]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 102._
History, with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 108._
Man!
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 109._
Tully was not so eloquent as thou,
Thou nameless column with the buried base.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 110._
Egeria! sweet creation of some heart
Which found no mortal resting-place so fair
As thine ideal breast.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 115._
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 115._
Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 115._
Alas! our young affections run to waste,
Or water but the desert.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 120._
I see before me the gladiator lie.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 140._
There were his young barbarians all at play;
There was their Dacian mother: he, their sire,
Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 141._
"While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Rome falls--the world."[546-2]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 145._
Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou?
Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead?
Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low
Some less majestic, less beloved head?
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 168._