 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 sidor
...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...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 sidor
...appear, And gathering storms around convulse the closing year. So of Greece : — again of Italy — Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...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... | |
 | Heron - 1821 - 944 sidor
...shape my course towards Rome," replied lord Ashbourne. " Tiie orphans of the henrt must turn to thrr-, Lone mother of dead empires, and control In their shut breasts their petty misery." As. he spoke thus, his eye involuntarily turned towards Julia Rivers, to whom the whole of this conversation... | |
 | 1822 - 534 sidor
...reifenben 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 sidor
...Awakening' without wounding the toueh'd hearts Yet fare thee well — upon Soraete's ridge we part. LXXVIIL Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...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... | |
 | Louise Swanton-Belloc - 1824 - 400 sidor
...sur les débris des temples , 6 vous , dont les angoisses sont les malheurs d'un jour!... un LXXVIII. Oh Rome! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the lic.nt must turn to thee, Lonc mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut hreasts their petty... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 sidor
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well—upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXV1II. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and sec The cypress, hear the owl, aud plod your way O'er steps of... | |
 | 1825 - 504 sidor
...nobility, and with banners hanging over it. Let us take, for example, one of his most striking passages. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 sidor
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. re thine ardent gaze ? Tis said, that Berenice's hair...thee there, Thou wnuldst so Mr outshine the seven. Fo are our woes and sufferance? Conic and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 170 sidor
...touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well— upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome ! my couutry ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breast their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The... | |
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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 your... 
