 | H. M. Melford - 1841 - 466 oldal
...Glaucns were torn from his clasp. (Bulwer's Last days of Pompeii.) Oh Rome! my country! city of the souli The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control, In their shut breast their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see... | |
 | Joshua Horner - 1841 - 162 oldal
...views it with the eye of a philosopher and the heart of a philanthropist, can refrain from tears P Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must tarn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control , In their shut breasts their petty misery.... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 oldal
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well— upon Soracte's ridge we part LXXVin. t sleep ; There are shades which will not vanish....thoughts thou canst not banish ; By a power to thee u ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suflerance ? Come and... | |
 | Jeremiah Donovan - 1842 - 704 oldal
...she had been designated of old; — CHBS CHBIUM — TBMPLUM AEQDJTATIS — PORTOS OMHIDM GB.HTIUM! "Oh Rome! my country! City of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee. Thou wert the throne and grave of empires; still The font at which the panting mind assuages Her thirst... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1843 - 616 oldal
...Between Baccano and La Storta the traveller enjoys from some high ground the first view of St. Peter's. " 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 and... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 oldal
...With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till— 'tis gone and all is gray. ROME. 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 and... | |
 | John Heneage Jesse - 1843 - 432 oldal
...insensibly recall to our memory some of the finest passages in Childe Harold. Oh Rome I my country I 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. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless... | |
 | 1843 - 778 oldal
...met .so ofl Horace himself — or climb the Palatine, Dreaming of old Etander and his guest," Sic. " Oh, Rome ! My country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to ihee, Lone mother of dread empires, and control In their shut breasts iheir petty misery." • * »... | |
 | John Heneage Jesse - 1843 - 424 oldal
...our memory some of the finest passages in Childe Harold. Oh Rome 1 my country I city of the soul I The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires I and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations I there she stands, Childless... | |
 | 1843 - 826 oldal
...climb the Palatine, Dreaming of old Ei ander and his guest," &c. i " Oh, Rom« ! My country ! cily of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dread empires, and control In their shut breasts their petty misery." » • » « " The Niobe of Nations... | |
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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... 
