 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 358 Seiten
...well— upon Soraete's ridge we part. txxVIH. Oh Rome 1 my conntry ! city of the sonl ! The orphaus of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. "What are onr woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod yonr way O'er steps... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 488 Seiten
...without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. O 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 N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 488 Seiten
...without wounding the touch' d heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. O Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thec, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are... | |
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - 356 Seiten
...smiles The gazer's eye with philosophic mirth, To view the huge design which sprung from such a birth ! 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... | |
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - 332 Seiten
...smiles The gazer's eye with philosophic mirth, To view the huge design which sprung from sueh a birth ! 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... | |
 | 1833 - 588 Seiten
...more full of sublimity and of pathos, than is found in the commencement of his address to Rome : — " Oh, Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mi-Hi 1 ' of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 356 Seiten
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. 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 Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 982 Seiten
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. 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 Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1837 - 352 Seiten
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. Lx xvm. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | 1871 - 608 Seiten
...of human vanity, with the halo which he flings around the rocks and valleys of the Alps : — ' Oil Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thce, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. \\hat are... | |
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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... 
