 | 1855 - 1080 стор.
...Gcrusalemme Librntta has never, to my knowledge, been noted : * Oh Komc ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! nml control In their shut broads their petty misery. What are our woes ami siiKY-rancc ? Come and MO... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 610 стор.
...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 eypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 стор.
...And makes the happiness she does not find. JOHNSON. ROME. OH, ROME ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples. Ye f Whose agonies are evils of a day, — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | 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.
...from Florence will eujoy the first view of St. Peter's. " Ob lîume ! my 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... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1857 - 416 стор.
...from Florence will enjoy the first view of St. Peter's. " Oh Rome 1 my 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. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and... | |
 | Thomas Buckley Smith - 1858 - 310 стор.
...unavenged? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire !— BYRON. ROME. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...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... | |
 | 1858 - 784 стор.
...Dilectae urbis tenero conceptus ab ungue Tecum crevit amor.' ' O Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...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... | |
 | 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;... | |
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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. 
