 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1850 - Liczba stron: 318
...a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone, and all ii gray. ROME. OH Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to these, Lone mother of ilead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are... | |
 | John Murray (Firm), Octavian Blewitt - 1850 - Liczba stron: 750
...St. Peter's. "Oh Tïomo! my country! city of the soul! 1 The orphans of the heart must turn tothee. 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 way O'er steps... | |
 | 1850 - Liczba stron: 418
...on modern Home, and thought of what once she was : — ** Oh Rome! my country! city of the souH Tbe orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! anil control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1851 - Liczba stron: 352
...Awakening without wounding the toueh'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soraete's ridge we part. LXXVIII. 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 of... | |
 | Kenelm Henry Digby - 1851 - Liczba stron: 494
...Pie V., tom. ii. p. 321. J Ap. Bzoviua Epist. ad Episcop. Egitanens. ap. id. i. 122. § Carm. Sec. " Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee." But be it so. All are not so moved. To many is even this great vision closed by obstacles that seem... | |
 | Jacob B. Wood - 1852 - Liczba stron: 192
...broods over the " eternal city," and shades in gloom her glories. "How are the mighty fallen 1" *' Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance 1 Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps... | |
 | Ruins - 1852 - Liczba stron: 464
...been sympathized in by thousands, as they gazed on modern Rome, and thought of what once she was : — "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... | |
 | M.B. Bateham and S.D. Harris - 1852 - Liczba stron: 396
...were of a mighty tree whose «ciors had found root in all the earth. Well might the poet sing — " O. Rome, my country, city of the soul ! The orphans of...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... | |
 | M.B. Bateham and S.D. Harris - 1852 - Liczba stron: 396
...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... | |
 | James Henry - 1853 - Liczba stron: 638
...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...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations! there she slands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woo; An empty urn... | |
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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... 
