...which softened down The hoar austerity of rugged desolation, Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er In silent worship.' ONE cannot write, by any possibility, with a sense of pleasure, when his subject...

...and fil1'd up, As 'twere, anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old !" — p. 68, 69. In his dying hour he is beset with Demons, who prefend to claim him as their forfeit;....

...dwellings of Attica — I hoped to discover the secret of that moral alchemy by which were formed Those dead, but sceptred sovereigns who still rule Our spirits from their urns. In these haunts, little familiar to our imagination, lay concealed the germs of law, good government,...

...desolation, and fill'd up, As 'twere anew, the gaps of centuries, Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place...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...

...of the conquerors of the world in admiration of their greatness of conception and execution, until the place " Became religion, and the heart ran o'er...sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns." On my way out, I stopped to talk with the sentinel at the entrance, stationed there to protect visitors...

...patriotism, " Filling up, As 'twere anew, the gaps of centuries, Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place...ran o'er With silent worship of the Great of Old, Those dead but sceptred sovereigns, which still rule Our spirits from their urns." It was in Vaucluse...

...patriotism, " Filling up, As 'twere anew, the gaps of centuries, Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place...ran o'er With silent worship of the Great of Old, Those dead but sceptred sovereigns, which still rule Our spirits from their urns." It was in Vaucluse...

...desolation, and filled up, As 'twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; ' Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place...the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great and old ! The dead but sceptred sovereigns who still rule Our spirits from their ruins." Truly yours....

...which still is so, And making that which is not; till the place Becomes religion, and the heart runs o'er With silent worship of the great of old, The dead but sceptred sovereigns who still rula Our spirits from their urns !" But his best defence is in Professor Wilson's own words delivered...

...of the conquerors of the world in admiration of their greatness of conception and execution, until the place ' Became religion, and the heart ran oe'r With silent worship of the greut of old, The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.' " But...