 | 1847 - 724 стор.
...command ! — And be with a world's curses crown'd !" ITALY AND P IUS IX. BY GF SECCHI DE CASALI. О Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee ! — BYKOX. IT is now nearly thirty-two years since a congress of sovereigns assembled in the Austrian... | |
 | 1847 - 726 стор.
...command ! — And be with a world's curses crown'd !" ITALY AND PIUS IX. BY GF SECCHI DE CASALI. О Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee ! — BYRON. IT is now nearly thirty-two years since a congress of sovereigns assembled in the Austrian... | |
 | Samuel Eliot - 1849 - 576 стор.
...preparation in the characteristics of the era we have passed. CHAPTER XI. CONQUEST AND CONDITION OF ITALY. " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples! " BYRON, Childe Harold, IT. 78. "They are no more than links in.tho chain winding round the world."... | |
 | 1850 - 418 стор.
...country! city of the souH Tbe orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! anil control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and sc« The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones nnd temples. Yet Wliuse... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1850 - 318 стор.
...a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone, and all ii gray. ROME. OH Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to these, Lone mother of ilead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are... | |
 | Kenelm Henry Digby - 1851 - 494 стор.
...Pie V., tom. ii. p. 321. J Ap. Bzoviua Epist. ad Episcop. Egitanens. ap. id. i. 122. § Carm. Sec. " Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee." But be it so. All are not so moved. To many is even this great vision closed by obstacles that seem... | |
 | Jacob B. Wood - 1852 - 192 стор.
...broods over the " eternal city," and shades in gloom her glories. "How are the mighty fallen 1" *' Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance 1 Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,... | |
 | M.B. Bateham and S.D. Harris - 1852 - 396 стор.
...were of a mighty tree whose «ciors had found root in all the earth. Well might the poet sing — " O. Rome, my country, city of the soul ! The orphans of...heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires." Here I saw the birth of architectural art in England, and we owe to her all the refinements that give... | |
 | William Russell - 1853 - 432 стор.
..." can be easily and exactly executed in orotund style. Pathos* and Sublimity. Rome. — Byron. " O Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...breasts, their petty misery. What are our woes and suffciiance ? — Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones... | |
 | John Murray (Firm), Octavian Blewitt - 1853 - 362 стор.
...country ! city of the soul 1 The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires I and control In their shut breasts their petty misery....your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples I ye, Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe... | |
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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. 
