When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.
A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.
I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.
Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never
They never fail who die in a great cause.