Stanza 79.
The Niobe of nations! there she stands.
Stanza 109.
Man!
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
Stanza 115.
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
Stanza 145.
While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Home falls, the world.[22]
Stanza 177.
O that the desert were my dwelling-place,
With one fair spirit for my minister,
That I might all forget the human race,
And, hating no one, love but only her!