...to us ? 0, no ; and so we take up the words of Childe Harold, and realise their truth indeed :— " There is given Unto the things of earth which Time...yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower." [CANTO iv., 129.] We have experienced very great difficulty in our endeavours to elucidate the history...

...glory. There is tflven Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bsht, A spirit's feeling, and where lie hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is...hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its till CHILDK HAROLDS cxxx. 0 Time 1 the beautifier of the dead, Adorner of the ruin, comforter And only...

...feeling; and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour...yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower." Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Engraved by E. Challis. On canvas, 4 ft. 2 in. h. by 7 ft. 5 in. w., arched...

...; and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour...yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower." Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Engraved by E. Challis. On canvas, 4 ft. 2 in. h. by 7 ft. 5 in. w., arched...

...hand, but broke his seythe, there is a power And magie in the ruin'd battlement, For whieh the palaee of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower. cxxx. Oh Time ! the beautifier of the dead, AdormT of the ruin, eomforter And only healer when the...

...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. ***** ' Arches on arches ! as it were that Rome, Collecting the chief trophies of her line, Would build...the Apollo : — ' Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The God of life, and poesy, and light — The sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow All radiant...

...world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. • * * * * ' Arches on arches ! as it were that Rome, Collecting the chief trophies of her line, Would build...yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower ' The The Pantheon, St. Peter's, the Venus de' Medici, the Laocoon, the Gladiator — all the finest creations...

...and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, — there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour...yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower. BYRON. THE DYING GLADIATOR. SEE before me the Gladiator lie ; He leans upon his hand — his manly...

...feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour...yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower." Childe Harold. "No one can form any idea of full moonlight in Rome who has not seen it. Every individual...

...feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And mngic in the ruined red langsyne. A stoun' gaes through my heid, Willie, A sair stoun' through my heart ; agesare its dower. And here the buzz of eager nations ran, In murmured pity, or loud-roared applause,...