 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.  The Idler in Italy - Сторінка 98автори: Marguerite Countess of Blessington - 1839Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1871 - 608 стор.
...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 our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 стор.
...we part. LXXVUI. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, can never all grow old ? Who ran contemplate Fame...rises o'er her steep, nor climb? Harold, once more — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands,... | |
 | Joshua Horner - 1841 - 162 стор.
...from tears P Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must tarn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control , In their...and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owlf and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day,—... | |
 | Ebenezer Bailey - 1841 - 416 стор.
...Rome. — BYRON. O 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 we The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ; ye, Whose... | |
 | William Hamilton Maxwell, Hablot Knight Browne - 1842 - 326 стор.
...pride and pomp of human greatness, the fall will only be the more marked and the more miserable. " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your...and temples, ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day. M The Goth, the Christian, Tune, War, Flood, and Fire, Have dealt upon the seven-hilled city's pride... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 стор.
...part LXXVin. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, nish ; By a power to thee unknown, Thou canst never...alone ; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud, Thou art suflerance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 стор.
...is gray. ROME. 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...and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1843 - 616 стор.
...St. Peter's. " 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...What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The eypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ! ye, Whose agonies... | |
 | John Heneage Jesse - 1843 - 432 стор.
...Childe Harold. Oh Rome I my country I 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. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe : An empty urn... | |
 | Thomas Fisher - 1845 - 240 стор.
...the Tarquins. " O 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...and temples, Ye, whose agonies are evils of a day." 121 occasionally concentrate our imagination on the most impressive scenes and eras of human annals.... | |
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