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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. "
Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Сторінка 223
1818
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The works, of ... lord Byron, Том 7

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819
...fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVI1F. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul f The orphans of the heart must turn to thee', Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see...
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Hermes; oder kritisches Jahrbuch der Literatur, Томи 1 – 2

1819
...e$ ftd), ben (S'mbrucf weitet ju treibea ali nfc¡i;tg war. ,,Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires I and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woei and sufferance? Come and...
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Briefe an eine deutsche Edelfrau über die neuesten englischen Dichter

Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 741 стор.
...schleppt der Welt zcrriss'ne Fessel mit. — 662 • jfo their shut breasts their petty misery* fVhat are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress...hear the owl , and plod your way O'er steps of broken tltrones and temples , Ye .' JJ'Jiose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile...
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The London Magazine, Том 3

1821
...convulse the closing year. So of Greece : — again of Italy — Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! ۣ[ G_ U $-yi9+Uo 6 a ` ' znD | ȇ } h e L\ 4 w controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The...
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Lord Byron's Works ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821
...fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suilerance ? Come and see...
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Conversation; or, Shades of difference

Heron - 1821
...shape my course towards Rome," replied lord Ashbourne. " Tiie orphans of the henrt must turn to thrr-, Lone mother of dead empires, and control In their shut breasts their petty misery." As. he spoke thus, his eye involuntarily turned towards Julia Rivers, to whom the whole of this conversation...
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Urania: Taschenbuch auf das jahr 1810-1848

1822
...of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, bone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, bear the owl , and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples , ye ! Whose agonies are...
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The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Том 1

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824
...fare thee well — upon Soraete's ridge we part. LXXVIIL 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 hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see Whose agonics are evils...
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The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and ..., Томи 1 – 2

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825
...Yet fare thee well—upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXV1II. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and sec The cypress, hear the owl, aud plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! Whose...
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The Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One Volume

George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 776 стор.
...heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! nice's hair In stars adorns the vault of heaven ;...outshine the seven. For, did those eyes as plnnets Conic and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,...
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