 | 1818 - 638 pagine
...may be spoken to them by the mournful breezes of the surrounding desolation. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see... | |
 | 1818 - 574 pagine
...extracts ; which, though numerous, will not, we think, be thought too numerous. " Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The... | |
 | 1819 - 884 pagine
...mciüíid; oerfagt er e$ ftd), ben (S'mbrucf weitet ju treibea ali nfc¡i;tg war. ,,Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires I and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woei and sufferance? Come and... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 pagine
...fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVI1F. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul f The orphans of the heart must turn to thee', Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 pagine
...touch 'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suilerance ? Come and see... | |
 | 1821 - 746 pagine
...storms around convulse the closing year. So of Greece : — again of Italy — Oh Rome ! my country ! n. Let us see. — But these are scenes where Nature's nig. gard controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The... | |
 | 1822 - 534 pagine
...äBotienflurm. •) Sie 3tanjen übtt 9l om fïnb folgenbe: (©t. 78. 79- ) Oh Rome , ray country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, bone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - 334 pagine
...toueh'd hearts Yet fare thee well — upon Soraete's ridge we part. LXXVIIL Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn...mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see Whose agonics are evils... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 852 pagine
...heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte'a ridge we part. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the eoul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut brrasls their petty misery. What are our woee and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | Willard Phillips - 1826 - 194 pagine
...hanging over it. Let us take, for example, one of his most striking passages. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to tliee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are... | |
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In their shut breast their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile... 
