 | Marcius Willson - 1854 - 894 Seiten
...country! city of the eoul I The orphans of Ihe heart must turn to Ihee, Lone mnthcr of dead empires 1 and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and ftee The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way o'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose... | |
 | 1855 - 1080 Seiten
...of Chilile Harold and tliu Gcrusalemme Librntta has never, to my knowledge, been noted : * Oh Komc ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the...heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! nml control In their shut broads their petty misery. What are our woes ami siiKY-rancc ? Come and MO... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 Seiten
...With an immaeulate eharm whieh eannot be defaeed. Byrm's Childe Harold. Oh, Rome ! my eountry ! eity of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and eontrol In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see The... | |
 | Isaac Thomas Hecker - 1855 - 328 Seiten
...every soul feels, and feels as the greatest of all needs, when it would earnestly give itself to God. " Oh, Rome ! my country ! City of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee." * * Byron. XIX. "Am I mad, that I should cherish that which bears but bitter fruit? I will pluck it... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 Seiten
...With these celestial Wisdom calms the mind, And makes the happiness she does not find. JOHNSON. ROME. OH, ROME ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples. Ye f Whose agonies are evils of a day, — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1856 - 312 Seiten
...a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone, and all it gray. ROME. OH Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and gea The cypress, hear (he owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1856 - 132 Seiten
...addressed by him to the country of his adoption. For though he did exclaim on one occasion — " 0 Rome, my country, city of the Soul, The orphans of the heart must turn to Thee ! " yet the shores and the mountains of Greece were objects to which his own orphaned affections, and... | |
 | 1857 - 686 Seiten
...Byron's lines, rebuking the complaints of men, in presence of the ruins of states, are well known : "What are our woes and sufferance? come and see The...O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonice are evils of a day : A world io at our feet, aa fragile as our clay.' These ideas were nearly... | |
 | 1857 - 376 Seiten
...from here that the traveller from Florence will eujoy the first view of St. Peter's. " Ob lîume ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the...heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires 1 and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our \vocs and sufferance f Come and... | |
 | 1857 - 678 Seiten
...presence of the ruins of states, are well known : " What are our woes and sufferance ? come and eeo The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er...steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies ore evils of a day : A world is at our feet, as fragile as our elay.' These ideas were nearly expressed... | |
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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. 
