 | M.B. Bateham and S.D. Harris - 1852 - 396 oldal
...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1853 - 1024 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... | |
 | James Henry - 1853 - 616 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... | |
 | John Murray (Firm), Octavian Blewitt - 1853 - 362 oldal
...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... | |
 | James Henry - 1853 - 626 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... | |
 | James Henry - 1853 - 626 oldal
...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 378 oldal
...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... | |
 | Eliza Henderson Bordman Otis ("Mrs. Harrison Gray Otis, "), Mrs. Harrison Gray Otis - 1854 - 432 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,... | |
 | Eliza Henderson Bordman Otis ("Mrs. Harrison Gray Otis, "), Mrs. Harrison Gray Otis - 1854 - 428 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,... | |
 | Marcius Willson - 1854 - 866 oldal
...; but for his country he has no such hopes of renewed existence : her prosperity is sunk forever. " Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead fmjtiret ! and control In their shut'breasts tlieir petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance... | |
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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... 
