 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. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod...  The Complete Poetical Works of Lord Byron - Sayfa 66George Gordon Byron Baron Byron tarafından - 1905 - 1055 sayfaTam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | 1818 - 638 sayfa
...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...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | 1818 - 806 sayfa
...us a translation of an EJegy, by William Augustus Schle, 78. Oh Rome! my country! city of the'soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 79. The Niobe of... | |
 | 1818 - 574 sayfa
...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...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. "The Niobe of... | |
 | 1818 - 502 sayfa
...subject seems so well calculated to have excited. Lxxvin. 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 ssx The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your my O'er step* of broken thrones and temples, ye f Whose... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 sayfa
...Yet fare thee well — upon Socrate's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must, turn to thee," Lone...way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples , Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXX1X. The Niobe... | |
 | 1821 - 746 sayfa
...of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul Iy e ( , ^6 &wd } V^ 9 y B c$ g, 54ʏ 1^ g }` # R l d O y H 8DS @ L ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world U at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations... | |
 | 1825 - 504 sayfa
...us take, for example, one of his most striking passages. 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 ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 sayfa
...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... | |
 | Willard Phillips - 1826 - 194 sayfa
...striking passages. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to tliee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples. Ye '. Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 sayfa
...pours forth the following gloomy, but grand, apostrophe : 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 ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
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