See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, read more

See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, broken temples spread!
The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!

I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray
Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry,
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I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray
Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry,
Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me?
And from within a thrilling voice replies,
Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts
Rush on my mind, a thousand images;
And I spring up as girt to run a race!

I had rather be a dog and bay the moon
Than such a Roman.

I had rather be a dog and bay the moon
Than such a Roman.

You cheer my heart, who build as if Rome would be eternal.

You cheer my heart, who build as if Rome would be eternal.

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.

Now conquering Rome doth conquered Rome inter,
And she the vanquished is, and vanquisher.
To show us read more

Now conquering Rome doth conquered Rome inter,
And she the vanquished is, and vanquisher.
To show us where she stood there rests alone
Tiber; and that too hastens to be gone.
Learn, hence what fortune can. Towns glide away;
And rivers, which are still in motion, stay.

[Rome] Widow of a King-people, but still queen of the world.
[Fr., Veuve d'un peuple-roi, mais reine encore du read more

[Rome] Widow of a King-people, but still queen of the world.
[Fr., Veuve d'un peuple-roi, mais reine encore du monde.]

Would that the Roman people had but one neck!
[Lat., Utinam populus Romanus unam cervicem haberet!]

Would that the Roman people had but one neck!
[Lat., Utinam populus Romanus unam cervicem haberet!]

When I am at Rome, I fast on a Saturday: when I am at Milan I do
not. Do read more

When I am at Rome, I fast on a Saturday: when I am at Milan I do
not. Do the same. Follow the custom of the church where you
are.