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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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the ohio cultivator

M.B. Bateham and S.D. Harris - 1852
...were of a mighty tree whose «ciors had found root in all the earth. Well might the poet sing — " O. Rome, my country, city of the soul ! The orphans of...heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires." Here I saw the birth of architectural art in England, and we owe to her all the refinements that give...

the ohio cultivator

M.B. Bateham and S.D. Harris - 1852
...found root in all the earth. Well might the poet sing— '• 0. Rome, my country, city of the »oui ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires." Here I saw the birth of architectural art in England, and we owe to her all the refinements that give...

The Works of Lord Byron: In Verse and Prose. Including His Letters, Journals ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1853 - 946 oldal
...Awakening without wounding the tnuch'd heart, Yel fare thee well — upon Snracte's ridge we part. LXXVm. ts to dull life, in this our state Of mortal bondage, by these ! and control In iheir shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance ? Come and...

Notes of a Twelve Years' Voyage of Discovery in the First Six Books of the Eneis

James Henry - 1853 - 586 oldal
...passages, gives us the reverse of this fine simile; also applied to Rome: "0 Rome! my country! cily of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut hreasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands Childless...

Handbook for Travellers in Central Italy ...

John Murray (Firm), Octavian Blewitt - 1853
...this route will enjoy the first view of St. Peter's. " Olí Rome ! my country ! city of the soul 1 The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires I and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The...

Notes of a Twelve Years' Voyage of Discovery in the First Six Books of the Eneis

James Henry - 1853 - 586 oldal
...passages, gives us the. reverse of this fine simile; aiso applied to Rome: "0 Rome! my country! city of Ihe 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 Kiobe of nations! there she stands Childless...

Notes of a twelve years' voyage of discovery in the first six books of the Eneis

James Henry - 1853
...of the happiest of his passages, gives us the reverse of this fine simile; also applied to Rome: "0 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. The Niobe...

Childe Harold's pilgrimage

Lord Byron - 1854
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well—upon Soracte's ridge we part. LX XVIII. 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 smd...

The Barclays of Boston

ELiza Henderson Bordman Otis ("Mrs. Harrison Gray Otis, "), Mrs. Harrison Gray Otis - 1854 - 419 oldal
...of her preserver, and had made him quite ill by the violence of her grief at parting. CHAPTER XL. ' 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.' BYKOX. ' To JOHN BARCLAY, ESQ. ' NOT daring,...

The Barclays of Boston

ELiza Henderson Bordman Otis ("Mrs. Harrison Gray Otis, "), Mrs. Harrison Gray Otis - 1854 - 419 oldal
...of her preserver, and had made him quite ill by the violence of her grief at parting. CHAPTER XL. ' 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.' BlEON. ' To JOHN BARCLAY, ESQ. ' NOT daring,...




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