 | George Roy Elliott, Norman Foerster - 1923 - 864 стор.
...Freedom LXXVIII Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, 695 Lone mother of dead empires, and control In their...way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! 700 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX The Niobe... | |
 | Georg Morris Cohen Brandes - 1923 - 398 стор.
...which has swept away the cities of Greece. He writes : — " Oh Rome I my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. Wandering in youth, I traced the path of him, The Roman friend of Rome's least mortal mind, The friend... | |
 | James Duval Phelan - 1923 - 456 стор.
...he speaks for all cosmopolites — almost with affection — "Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, lone mother of dead Empires." Lost in the labyrinth of a complex civilization of doubt and death, of art and society, we turn to... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1910 - 966 стор.
...must turn to tnee, [trol In their shut breast their petty misery.. What are our woes and sufferance 1 , 1 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | Harry Morgan Ayres, Frederick Morgan Padelford - 1924 - 942 стор.
...driven, Roll the barbarian tide, and sue to be forgiven. 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 breast their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1924 - 486 стор.
...! and conIn their shut breast their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance 1 Come and se« The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye 1 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The N iobe of... | |
 | William Joseph Long - 1925 - 844 стор.
...IV. ROME Oh, Rome ! my country ! city of the soul I The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, 20 Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their...way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, — Ye ! 25 Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe1... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 424 стор.
...the summer long. Parodist Ktfaintd, llaei IT. MILTON. ROME. 0 Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires I The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
 | Frederick Earle Emmons, Thomas Waterman Huntington - 1928 - 454 стор.
...given ! JOANNA BAILLIE. ROME From Childe Harold's Pilgrimage O 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, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose... | |
 | Irvah Lester Winter - 1928 - 236 стор.
...tone—not loud—the following lines from Byron. Eradicate nasality. O Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires I and control In their shut breasts, their petty misery. PRACTICE FOR TONE QUALITY ENGLAND AND AMERICA... | |
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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. 
