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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. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod... "
Hermes; oder kritisches Jahrbuch der Literatur - l. oldal
1819
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, 30. kötet

1818
...to answer, only as it may be spoken to them by the mournful breezes of the surrounding desolation. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and...

Spirit of the English Magazines, 3. kötet

1818
...poems from the same source, and which this subject seems so well calculated to have excited. Lxxvin. Oh Rome ! my Country ! City of the Soul ! The Orphans...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...

The British review and London critical journal, 12. kötet

1818
...will conclude our extracts ; which, though numerous, will not, we think, be thought too numerous. " Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and...

The Literary Gazette: A Weekly Journal of Literature, Science, and ..., 2. kötet

William Jerdan, William Ring Workman, Frederick Arnold, John Morley, Charles Wycliffe Goodwin - 1818
...preceding poems from the same source, and which this subject seems so "well [calculated to have excited. Oh Rome '. my Country ! City of the Soul ! The Orphans...heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance ? Come and...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 3. kötet

1818
...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 of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and...

The works of ... lord Byron, 7-8. kötet

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Socrate's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans...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 works, of ... lord Byron, 7. kötet

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819
...fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVI1F. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul f 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 our woes and sufferance ? Come and...

The Literary Panorama and National Register, 8. kötet

1819
...there is a mixture of pathos and sublimity worthy of the subject ; and we cannot give it higher praise. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart nuibtturn to ther, Lone mother of dead em pires! and coutruul lu their shut breasts their petty uiiseiy....

The works of lord Byron, 1. kötet

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820
...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 of the heart must turn to thee, Lane mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes...

Briefe an eine deutsche Edelfrau: über die neusten englischen Dichter

Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 741 oldal
...661 Seine Elegie über Rom in dem 4ten Canto von ChiUe Harold ist eine der schönsten, die ich kenne. Oh Rome! my country , city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn lt> thee, JLons mother of dead empires ! and control Der Krieger wacht noch eb' der Morgen blinkt....




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