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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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An Essay on Elocution: With Elucidatory Passages from Various Authors to ...

John Hanbury Dwyer - 1846 - 300 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...

Pulpit Elocution: Comprising Suggestions on the Importance of Study; Remarks ...

William Russell - 1846 - 408 oldal
...can be easily and exactly executed in orotund style. • Pathos* and Sublimity. Borne. — Byron. ' 0 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 American Whig Review, 6. kötet

1847
...command ! — And be with a world's curses crown'd !" ITALY AND PIUS IX. BY GF SECCHI DE CASALI. О Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee ! — BYRON. IT is now nearly thirty-two years since a congress of sovereigns assembled in the Austrian...

The American Whig Review, 6. kötet

1847
...command ! — And be with a world's curses crown'd !" ITALY AND P IUS IX. BY GF SECCHI DE CASALI. О Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee ! — BYKOX. IT is now nearly thirty-two years since a congress of sovereigns assembled in the Austrian...

The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One Volume

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 827 oldal
...heart. Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part Ob Rome ! my country : city of the soul 1 m, a n ! and control In their shut breasts their petty raUcry. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and...

An Essay on Elocution: with Elucidatory Passages from Various Authors ...

John Hanbury Dwyer - 1850 - 294 oldal
...a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone, and all ii gray. ROME. OH Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to these, Lone mother of ilead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...

Ruins of Sacred and Historic Lands

1850 - 392 oldal
...on modern Home, and thought of what once she was : — ** Oh Rome! my country! city of the souH Tbe orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! anil control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and...

Compitum; or, The meeting of the ways at the Catholic Church [by K.H. Digby].

Kenelm Henry Digby - 1851
...Pie V., tom. ii. p. 321. J Ap. Bzoviua Epist. ad Episcop. Egitanens. ap. id. i. 122. § Carm. Sec. " Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee." But be it so. All are not so moved. To many is even this great vision closed by obstacles that seem...

Ruins of sacred and historic lands. Babylon, Nineveh &c

Ruins - 1852
...been sympathized in by thousands, as they gazed on modern Rome, and thought of what once she was : — "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...

Notes of Foreign Travel

Jacob B. Wood - 1852 - 173 oldal
...broods over the " eternal city," and shades in gloom her glories. "How are the mighty fallen 1" *' 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 1 Come and...




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