 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
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1856 - 312 стор.
...it 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...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... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1857 - 416 стор.
...country 1 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....and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way 0 er steps of broken thrones and temples I ye. Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our... | |
 | 1857 - 686 стор.
...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 - 678 стор.
...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... | |
 | 1857 - 376 стор.
...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 see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken... | |
 | Thomas Buckley Smith - 1858 - 310 стор.
...BYRON. 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...sufferance ''. Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and olod your way O'er steps 01 broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A... | |
 | William Hamilton Maxwell - 1858 - 310 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. The Goth, the Christian, Time, War; Flood, and Fire, Have dealt upon the seven-hill'd city's pride;... | |
 | 1858 - 784 стор.
...crevit amor.' ' 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...breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferings t Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way, O'er steps of broken thrones... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 914 стор.
...part LXXVin. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee. s{e V4n 3 m ʀN띝5< s 1 Come and sec The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 362 стор.
...LXXVH. LXXVIII. Oh Kome ! 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 I Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,... | |
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