 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 oldal
...sensitive mind than the noble poet's. He pours forth the following gloomy, but grand, apostrophe : 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... | |
 | Eliza Robbins - 1828 - 408 oldal
...views by affliction, has formed a most striking picture of the desolation of that great Babylon. — " 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... | |
 | J[ohn] H[anbury]. Dwyer - 1828 - 314 oldal
...new colour as it gasps awajT, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gono — and all is grayROME. OH Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must (urn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828 - 780 oldal
...upon Soracle's ridge wt- par!. BYRON'S WORKS. LXXVIir. Ob Home ! ray country ! city of the soul i Tlie orphans of the 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 anil see... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1828 - 780 oldal
...heart. Yet fare lliec well— upon Soracie't ridge we part. BYKON'S WORKS. LXXVIII. Ob Rome ! in y country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn lo thee. Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. \Vh;it... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 358 oldal
...well— upon Soraete's ridge we part. txxVIH. Oh Rome 1 my conntry ! city of the sonl ! The orphaus of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. "What are onr woes and sufferance ? Come and... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 488 oldal
...without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. O 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 488 oldal
...without wounding the touch' d heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. O Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thec, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are... | |
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - 332 oldal
...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...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... | |
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - 356 oldal
...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...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... | |
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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... 
