...the mind. As in those domes where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, 160 There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking...smile. My soul, turn from them, turn we to survey 165 Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And...

...Goldsmith's Traveller (f. The Select Works of Öl. Goldsmith. Leipz. Tauchnitz. p. 169): My soul turns from them: turn we to survey. Where rougher climes a nobler race display &c. ¡Drucf fefoler >16eridf) tienne» v!1; i einem ßinbluft in meine 9tecenfion te* Wiintbct'frfjen...

...beasts for fight, closed again and vanished without help.' But enough of these bloody scenes — ' My soul turn from them, turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display:' where enormous wealth is expended, not as it was by the son-inlaw of Sylla, but in applying the arts to the...

...the traveler ends his description of Italy with the impoverished modern peasantry, again thinking: There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed, And, wond'ring man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. (lines 161-64)...

...mind: As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defac'd by time, and tottering in decay, Amidst the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed, And, wond'ring man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. The description...

...traveller-reader's attention to those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defac'd by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed . . .* The British visitor would not be so heedless, but would take up the imperial banner from his...

...that which diminishes the quantity of "intellectual enjoyment"; and so now he, " Wondering man can want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile." And they really tell me that his present house is not much bigger than that of my dear, good old grandmother...

...majestic architecture: As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defac'd by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed. (159—64) This, again, shows nostalgic poetry as driven by tropes and their development. We remember...