 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 works of the rt. hon. lord Byron - Էջ 152George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - 332 էջ
...smiles The gazer's eye with philosophic mirth, To view the huge design which sprung from sueh a birth ! Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...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,... | |
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - 356 էջ
...smiles The gazer's eye with philosophic mirth, To view the huge design which sprung from such a birth ! Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...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,... | |
 | 1833 - 588 էջ
...more full of sublimity and of pathos, than is found in the commencement of his address to Rome : — " Oh, Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mi-Hi 1 ' of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 356 էջ
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...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,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 352 էջ
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. Lx xvm. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of hroken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 982 էջ
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. to fetters breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | 1871 - 608 էջ
...of human vanity, with the halo which he flings around the rocks and valleys of the Alps : — ' Oil Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thce, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. \\hat are... | |
 | Marguerite Gardiner (countess of Blessington.) - 1839 - 580 էջ
...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 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,... | |
 | Marguerite Countess of Blessington - 1839 - 376 էջ
...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 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,... | |
 | Rembrandt Peale - 1839 - 276 էջ
...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 empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? come and see The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
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