 | Wilkins Tannehill - 1827 - 354 sider
...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?... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828 - 780 sider
...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...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance? Come anil see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1828 - 780 sider
...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 are our woes and sufferance? Come and sec The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er... | |
 | Wilhelm Mueller - 1830 - 444 sider
...of the eool! The orphans of the heart mast tarn to Hire, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod jour way O'er steps of broken throne« and temples, ye! *J 9ÍUCÍ) Xireiter'S Ueberfe$ung im jweiten... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 290 sider
...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...misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and sea The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1831 - 376 sider
...without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well— upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVII. L3CXVIII. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. AVTiat are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 358 sider
...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...In their shut breasts their petty misery. "What are onr woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod yonr way O'er steps of broken... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 488 sider
...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... | |
 | 1833 - 588 sider
...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... | |
 | Leitch Ritchie - 1834 - 352 sider
...that enchant, Refinement•s self is seen in TANKEBVILLE." CHAPTER IV. THE WANDERER•S REVERIE. " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O•er steps of broken thrones and temples ! * * * » * Cypress and ivy, weed and wall-flower, grown, Matted, and massed together, hillocks heaped... | |
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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. 
