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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.
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!
Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome.
[Lat., Omitte mirari beatae
Fumum et read more
Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome.
[Lat., Omitte mirari beatae
Fumum et opes strepitumque Romae.]
[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.]
You cheer my heart, who build as if Rome would be eternal.
You cheer my heart, who build as if Rome would be eternal.
When I am at Rome I fast as the Romans do; when I am at Milan I
do not read more
When I am at Rome I fast as the Romans do; when I am at Milan I
do not fast. So likewise you, whatever church you come to,
observe the custom of the place, if you would neither give
offence to others, nor take offence from them.
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.
Rome, Rome, thou art no more
As thou hast been!
On thy seven hills of yore
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Rome, Rome, thou art no more
As thou hast been!
On thy seven hills of yore
Thou sat'st a queen.
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!