 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
 | Marguerite Gardiner (countess of Blessington.) - 1839 - 580 sayfa
...Rome, and to awake, to find myself its inmate. uth. — « Oh, Rome ! my country ! city of the soul f 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." These beautiful... | |
 | Marguerite Countess of Blessington - 1839 - 376 sayfa
...of Rome, and to awake, to find myself its inmate. 6tn. — "Oh, Rome! my country! city of the sonl ! 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." These beautiful... | |
 | Rembrandt Peale - 1839 - 276 sayfa
...and meanly sneak behind thy covert. Blair. ROME. O ROME ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphan of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead...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... | |
 | Marguerite Countess of Blessington - 1839 - 340 sayfa
...inmate. 6th.—" Oh, Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn tothee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their...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." These beautiful... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 sayfa
...Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVUI. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! sheen of beauty's cheek, Nor feel the heart can never...rises o'er her steep, nor climb? Harold, once more ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe... | |
 | Ebenezer Bailey - 1841 - 416 sayfa
...every comfort which I enjoy. LESSON CXLIV. Rome. — BYRON. 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 we The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ; ye, Whose... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 sayfa
...still loveliest, till— 'tis gone and all is gray. 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 ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations!... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1843 - 616 sayfa
...enjoys from some high ground the first view of St. Peter's. " Oh Rome ! my country! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The eypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ! ye, Whose agonies... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1844 - 318 sayfa
...gray. ROME. OH Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Loqe mother of dead empires! and control In their shut...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 nations!... | |
 | Thomas Fisher - 1845 - 240 sayfa
...emperors, and scaled the rock-built citadel of the Tarquins. " O 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." 121 occasionally concentrate our imagination on the most impressive... | |
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