 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 852 Seiten
...heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte'a ridge we part. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the eoul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut brrasls their petty misery. What are our woee and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | Willard Phillips - 1826 - 194 Seiten
...nobility, and with banners hanging over it. Let us take, for example, one of his most striking passages. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to tliee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are... | |
 | Wilkins Tannehill - 1827 - 354 Seiten
...their sacred ashes « disturbed to gratify the curiosity of the idle, or the whim of the antiquary. i Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires!'and control^ - ' In their shut breasts their petty misery. "What are our woes and sufferance?... | |
 | Eliza Robbins - 1828 - 408 Seiten
...views by affliction, has formed a most striking picture of the desolation of that great Babylon. — " Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of... | |
 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 Seiten
...sensitive mind than the noble poet's. He pours forth the following gloomy, but grand, apostrophe : Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828 - 780 Seiten
...upon Soracle's ridge wt- par!. BYRON'S WORKS. LXXVIir. Ob Home ! ray country ! city of the soul i Tlie orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance? Come anil see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of brokeii thrones and temples, ye... | |
 | J[ohn] H[anbury]. Dwyer - 1828 - 314 Seiten
...new colour as it gasps awajT, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gono — and all is grayROME. OH Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must (urn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1828 - 780 Seiten
...heart. Yet fare lliec well— upon Soracie't ridge we part. BYKON'S WORKS. LXXVIII. Ob Rome ! in y country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn lo thee. Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. \Vh;it... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 290 Seiten
...without wounding the touched heart, Ttet fare thee well — upon Soracle's ridge we part. LXXV1II. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and sea The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1831 - 376 Seiten
...without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well— upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVII. L3CXVIII. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. AVTiat are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er... | |
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Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee. Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your... 
