 | 1896 - 926 oldal
...his emotions in a thunderstorm in the Alps, or as he gazes on the Silberhorn, his grand outhurst— Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans...heart must turn to thee Lone Mother of dead Empires! strike the imagination more than a thousand word-pictures. Ruskin's elaborate descriptions of Venice... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1844 - 318 oldal
...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 of the heart must turn to thee, Loqe mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes... | |
 | Sophia Briggs - 1845 - 988 oldal
...THREE VOLUMES. VOL. III. LONDON SAUNDERS AND OTLEY, CONDUIT STREET. 1845. THE GITANA. CHAPTER I. " Oh, Rome ! my country ! — city of the soul ! The...heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires." BTRON. " Italia! 0 Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty." BTRON. HE stood in the eternal... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 492 oldal
...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 see... | |
 | Jacob K. Neff - 1845 - 642 oldal
...natural protectors, and by the indignities offered by a rude, heartless and mercenary soldiery ! " 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 pithy misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and... | |
 | Thomas Fisher - 1845 - 240 oldal
...trampled the proud palaces of her emperors, and scaled the rock-built citadel of the Tarquins. " O Rome, my country ! city of the soul, The orphans of...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... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 oldal
...fell. Yes! self-abasement paved the way To villain-bonds and despot sway. LESSON CVII. Rome. BVRON. O ROME ! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of...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 1 Come and see... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 312 oldal
...colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone, and all is gray. ROME. OH Home ! 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... | |
 | Francis Patrick Kenrick (abp. of Baltimore.) - 1845 - 498 oldal
...inspired the poet with his loftiest strains, and was to him a haven in which he might rest securely. " 0 Rome, my country, city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee !''f Torquatus Tasso, whose muse rivals that of Homer, twice repaired to Rome, where he closed his... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1846 - 310 oldal
...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 sea... | |
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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... 
