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... A Handbook for Travellers in Central Italy - Seite 266von John Murray (Firm) - 1857Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| 1818 - 638 Seiten
...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... | |
| 1818 - 502 Seiten
...source, and which this subject seems so well calculated to have excited. Lxxvin. 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... | |
| 1818 - 574 Seiten
...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... | |
| 1818 - 806 Seiten
...us a translation of an EJegy, by William Augustus Schle, 78. 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... | |
| 1819 - 884 Seiten
...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 - 466 Seiten
...the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Socrate'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 control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 Seiten
...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... | |
| 1821 - 746 Seiten
...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 ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 Seiten
...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... | |
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