 | Willard Phillips - 1826 - 194 стор.
...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...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless wo ; An empty urn... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 852 стор.
...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...evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile ae our clay. The \ iobc of nations ! there she stands, Childless and rrownlcss, in her voiceless woe;... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 стор.
...ridge we part. 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...their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Conic and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,... | |
 | Wilkins Tannehill - 1827 - 354 стор.
...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....woes and sufferance? Come and see ' , The cypress, heaf the "owl, and plod your way • • . «»• O'r steps of broken thronesand temples. Ye! * ,'... | |
 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 стор.
...apostrophe : 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...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn... | |
 | J[ohn] H[anbury]. Dwyer - 1828 - 314 стор.
...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...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn... | |
 | Wilhelm Mueller - 1830 - 444 стор.
...of the eool! The orphans of the heart mast tarn to Hire, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod jour way O'er steps of broken throne« and temples, ye! *J 9ÍUCÍ) Xireiter'S Ueberfe$ung im jweiten... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 290 стор.
...part. LXXV1II. 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...misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and sea The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 358 стор.
...petty misery. "What are onr woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod yonr way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye!..."Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at onr feet as fragile as onr clay. Lxx1x. The Niobe of Nation's! there she stands. Childless and crowuless,... | |
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - 356 стор.
...such a birth ! 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...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay." Childe Harold, canto iv. st 152 and 78. THIS fine view of Rome, taken from above the Porte di Santo... | |
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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... 
