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 - Sida l1819Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
| 1833 - 588 sidor
...more full of sublimity and of pathos, than is found in the commencement of his address to Rome : — " Oh, Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mi-Hi 1 ' of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 356 sidor
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. 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... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1837 - 352 sidor
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. Lx xvm. 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 hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 982 sidor
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. 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... | |
| 1871 - 608 sidor
...of human vanity, with the halo which he flings around the rocks and valleys of the Alps : — ' Oil Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thce, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. \\hat are... | |
| Marguerite Countess of Blessington - 1839 - 340 sidor
...calls up in my mind. But to bed — to dream of Rome, and to awake, to find myself its inmate. 6th.—" Oh, Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn tothee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are... | |
| Marguerite Countess of Blessington - 1839 - 376 sidor
...of Rome, and to awake, to find myself its inmate. 6tn. — "Oh, Rome! my country! city of the sonl ! 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... | |
| Marguerite Gardiner (countess of Blessington.) - 1839 - 580 sidor
...Rome, and to awake, to find myself its inmate. uth. — « Oh, Rome ! my country ! city of the soul f 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... | |
| Rembrandt Peale - 1839 - 276 sidor
...and meanly sneak behind thy covert. Blair. ROME. O ROME ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphan 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... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 sidor
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVUI. uriously behold The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's...cheek, Nor feel the heart can never all grow old ? Wh ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and... | |
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