Keresés Képek Térkép YouTube Hírek Gmail Drive Naptár Egyebek »
Bejelentkezés
Könyvek 
" 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
Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről

The London Magazine, 3. kötet

1821
...appear, And gathering storms around convulse the closing year. So of Greece : — again of Italy — the English Constitution. Let us see. — But these are scenes where Nature's nig. gard ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and...

Lord Byron's Works: vol.1, 4, 5

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821
...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...heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suilerance ? Come and...

Urania: Taschenbuch auf das jahr 1810-1848

1822
...reifenben äBotienflurm. •) Sie 3tanjen übtt 9l om fïnb folgenbe: (©t. 78. 79- ) Oh Rome , ray country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, bone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes...

The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, 1. kötet

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824
...Awakening' without wounding the toueh'd hearts Yet fare thee well — upon Soraete's ridge we part. LXXVIIL 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 hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and...

Lord Byron, 1. kötet

Louise Swanton-Belloc - 1824
...sur les débris des temples , 6 vous , dont les angoisses sont les malheurs d'un jour!... un LXXVIII. Oh Rome! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the lic.nt must turn to thee, Lonc mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut hreasts their petty...

The North American Review, 21. kötet

1825
...nobility, and with banners hanging over it. Let us take, for example, one of his most striking passages. 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...

The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical ..., 1-2. kötet

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well—upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXV1II. 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 sec...

The Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One Volume

George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 776 oldal
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. 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? Conic and...

Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826
...touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well— upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome ! my couutry ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breast their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and...

A Review of the Character and Writings of Lord Byron

Andrews Norton, Willard Phillips - 1826 - 158 oldal
...nobility, and with banners hanging over it. Let 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 tliee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...




  1. Saját könyvtáram
  2. Súgó
  3. Speciális Könyvkereső
  4. PDF letöltése