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...detailed examination must be made the study rather of a life than of a casual visit. 50 Stanza LXXVIII. Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples. The traveller who is neither very young nor very incurious, may enquire what previous instruction or...

...examination must be made the study rather of a life than of a casual visit. Stanza LXXVIII. Come and set. The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples. The traveller who is neither very young nor very incurious, may inquire what previous instruction or...

...must be made the study rather of a life than of a casual visit. 50 Stanza LXXVIII. Come and see TJie cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples. The traveller who is neither very young nor very incurious, may enquire what previous instruction or...

...Oh Rome '. my Country ! City of the Soul ! The Orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, nnd plod your way O'er steps...

...the study rather of a life than of a casual visit. Stanza LXXVIII. Come and see TJte cypress, Jtear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples. The traveller who is neither very young nor very incurious, may enquire what previous instruction or-...

...detailed examination must be made the study rather of a life than of a casual visit. 50 Stanza LXXVIII. Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way CPer steps of broken thrones and temples. The traveller who is neither very young nor very incurious,...

...LXXVIII. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must, turn to thee," Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXX1X. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty...