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 Complete Poetical Works of Lord Byron - Page 66by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1905 - 1055 pagesFull view - About this book
| John Hanbury Dwyer - Elocution - 1845 - 492 pages
...still loveliest, till — 'tis gone, and all is gray. ROME. OH Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
| John Hanbury Dwyer - Elocution - 1845 - 312 pages
...still loveliest, till — 'tis gone, and all is gray. ROME. OH Home ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
| William Draper Swan - American literature - 1845 - 494 pages
...of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and contrpl In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
| William Russell - Elocution - 1846 - 420 pages
...orotund style. • Pathos* and Sublimity. Borne. — Byron. ' 0 Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day : — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. ' The Niobe... | |
| John Hanbury Dwyer - Elocution - 1846 - 310 pages
...still loveliest, till — 'tis gone, and all is gray. ROME. OH Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...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... | |
| John Murray (Firm), Octavian Blewitt - Italy - 1850 - 750 pages
...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...way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ! ye. Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - English poetry - 1851 - 352 pages
...fare thee well — upon Soraete's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe... | |
| Ruins - 1852 - 464 pages
...gazed on modern Rome, and thought of what once she was : — "Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples. Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. "The Niobe of... | |
| John Murray (Firm), Octavian Blewitt - Italy - 1853 - 362 pages
...country ! city of the soul 1 The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires I and control In their shut breasts their petty misery....your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples I ye, Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 pages
...with unalterable mien. CHILDE HAROLD. — Canto IV. EOME. OH Home ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. HOME. 37 The... | |
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