 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 378 стор.
...Yet fare thee well—upon Soracte's ridge we part. LX XVIII. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come smd see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye !... | |
 | Randal William McGavock - 1854 - 418 стор.
...Palaces—The Pope, Cardinals, and Government of the Papal States. " 0 Rome 1 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." OUR first care, after arriving here, was to look about, inquire, and select suitable apartments, conveniently... | |
 | Eliza Henderson Bordman Otis ("Mrs. Harrison Gray Otis, "), Mrs. Harrison Gray Otis - 1854 - 432 стор.
...ill by the violence of her grief at parting. CHAPTER XL. ' Oh Rome ! 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.' BYKOX. ' To JOHN BARCLAY, ESQ. ' NOT daring, Sir, to address this letter to your angelic daughter,... | |
 | Randal William McGavock - 1854 - 412 стор.
...Palaces—The Pope, Cardinals, and G-overnment of the Papal States. " 0 Rome! my country! city of the soul I The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...control In their shut breasts their petty misery." OUR first care, after arriving here, was to look about, inquire, and select suitable apartments, conveniently... | |
 | Eliza Henderson Bordman Otis ("Mrs. Harrison Gray Otis, "), Mrs. Harrison Gray Otis - 1854 - 428 стор.
...ill by the violence of her grief at parting. CHAPTER XL. ' Oh Rome ! 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.' BlEON. ' To JOHN BARCLAY, ESQ. ' NOT daring, Sir, to address this letter "to your angelic daughter,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1104 стор.
...thro, .Lone mother of dead empires ! ¿nd control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress,...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Yc ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — 1 world is at our feet as fragüe as our clay. LXXIX. The... | |
 | Marcius Willson - 1854 - 894 стор.
...country! city of the eoul I The orphans of Ihe heart must turn to Ihee, Lone mnthcr of dead empires 1 and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and ftee The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way o'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 стор.
...part. LXXVUJ. Oh Borne ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thec, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps... | |
 | Marcius Willson - 1854 - 866 стор.
...of renewed existence : her prosperity is sunk forever. " Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead fmjtiret ! and control In their shut'breasts tlieir petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 стор.
...immaeulate eharm whieh eannot be defaeed. Byrm's Childe Harold. Oh, Rome ! my eountry ! eity of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and eontrol In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see The... | |
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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. 
