Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall, The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul... The Edinburgh Review - Page 4381811Full view - About this book
| Monthly literary register - 1821 - 678 pages
...they repulsed? — but now Look on its broken arch,— its ruined wall, Its chambers denolatc — its portals foul, Yes— 'this was once ambition's airy...hall, The dome of thought — the palace of the soul ! The pleasure arising from the inspection of ruined palaces,eastles and monasteries is not so much... | |
| Religion - 1813 - 996 pages
...broken arcb, its mined waD, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul: Ye?, this was once ambition's niry hall, The dome of thought, the palace of the soul. Behold through each lack lustre, eyeless hole, The gay recess of wisdom and of wit, And passion's host, that never brooked... | |
| 1811 - 546 pages
...moralization on a skull which he gathers from the ruins — and appears to us t« be written with great force and originality. ' Look on its broken arch,...lack-lustre, eyeless hole, The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit, And Passion's host, that never brook'd control : Can all, saint, sage, or sophist ever writ, People... | |
| Anonymous - History - 1812 - 512 pages
...Is that a temple where a God may dwell ? Why ev'n the worm at last disdains her shattered cell ! VI. Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, Its chambers...lack-lustre, eyeless hole, The gay recess of wisdom and of wit, And passion's host, that never brook'd control : Can all saint, sage, or sophist ever writ, People... | |
| English literature - 1812 - 528 pages
...heaps: Is that a temple where a God may dwell ? Why ev'n the worm at last disdains her shatter'd cell! " Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, Its chambers...lack-lustre, eyeless hole, The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit And Passion's host, that never brook'd control: Can all, saint, sage, or sophist ever writ, People... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - English literature - 1812 - 314 pages
...Is that a temple where a God may dwell ? Why ev'n the worm at last disdains her shatter'd cell ! 63 Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, Its chambers...each lack-lustre, eyeless hole, The gay recess of W isdom and of Wit And Passion's host, that never brook'd control: Can all, saint, sage, or sophist... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1812 - 506 pages
...dwell ? Whyev'n the worm at last disdains her shatter" J cell ! VI. Look on its broken arch, itsruin'd wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes,...lack-lustre, eyeless hole, The gay recess of wisdom and of wit, And passion's host, that never brook'd control : Can all saint, sage, or sophist ever writ, People... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1812 - 510 pages
...dwell ? Why ev'n the worm at last disdains her shattered cell ! VI. Look on its broken arch, itsruin'd wall^ Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes,...lack-lustre, eyeless hole, The gay recess of wisdom and of wit, And passion's host, that never brook'd control : Can all saint, sage, or sophist ever writ, People... | |
| 1812 - 666 pages
...cell ! ' Look on it« broken arch, its ruin'd wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yea ! this was once Ambition's airy hall, The dome of Thought,...lack-lustre, eyeless hole, The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit, And Passion's host, that never brooked controul : Can all saint, sage, or sophist ever writ, .... | |
| Theology - 1813 - 486 pages
...following soliloquy on a skull might apologize for the last extract. '* Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul: Yes,...lack-lustre, eyeless hole, The gay recess of wisdom and of wit, And passion's host, that never brooked control: Can all, saint, sage, or sophist ever writ—... | |
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