C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


O Rome! my country! city of the soul!


  • When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
  • And when Rome falls—the world.
  • Byron.

  • 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 vanished like their dead!
  • Pope.

  • 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!
  • Sam’l Rogers.

  • It was the calm and silent night!
  • Seven hundred years and fifty-three
  • Had Rome been growing up to might
  • And now was queen of land and sea.
  • No sound was heard of clashing wars,
  • Peace brooded o’er the hushed domain.
  • Apollo, Pallas, Jove and Mars,
  • Held undisturbed their ancient reign,
  • In the solemn midnight,
  • Centuries ago.
  • Alfred Domett.

  • Rome, Rome, thou art no more
  • As thou hast been!
  • On thy seven hills of yore
  • Thou sat’st a queen.
  • Mrs. Hemans.