 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...  The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron - Sida 152efter George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | Wilkins Tannehill - 1827 - 354 sidor
...their sacred ashes « disturbed to gratify the curiosity of the idle, or the whim of the antiquary. i 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?... | |
 | Eliza Robbins - 1828 - 408 sidor
...views by affliction, has formed a most striking picture of the desolation of that great Babylon. — " Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans...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,... | |
 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 sidor
...sensitive mind than the noble poet's. He pours forth the following gloomy, but grand, apostrophe : Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...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,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828 - 780 sidor
...upon Soracle's ridge wt- par!. BYRON'S WORKS. LXXVIir. Ob Home ! ray country ! city of the soul i Tlie orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance? Come anil see The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | J[ohn] H[anbury]. Dwyer - 1828 - 314 sidor
...new colour as it gasps awajT, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gono — and all is grayROME. OH Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must (urn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1828 - 780 sidor
...heart. Yet fare lliec well— upon Soracie't ridge we part. BYKON'S WORKS. LXXVIII. Ob Rome ! in y country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn lo thee. Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. \Vh;it... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 290 sidor
...without wounding the touched heart, Ttet fare thee well — upon Soracle's ridge we part. LXXV1II. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and sea The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 358 sidor
...well— upon Soraete's ridge we part. txxVIH. Oh Rome 1 my conntry ! city of the sonl ! The orphaus of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. "What are onr woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 488 sidor
...without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. O Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...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,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 488 sidor
...without wounding the touch' d heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. O 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. What are... | |
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