 | 1818 - 638 pages
...to answer, only as it may be spoken to them by the mournful breezes of the surrounding desolation. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...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 see... | |
 | England - 1818 - 762 pages
...Augustus Schler 78. Oh Rome! my country! city of the loul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to 1 1 ice. Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are oar woe< and sutteranee ? Come and ice The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken... | |
 | 1818 - 502 pages
...poems from the same source, and which this subject seems so well calculated to have excited. Lxxvin. Oh Rome ! my Country ! City of the Soul ! The Orphans...misery. What are our woes and sufferance •' Come and ssx The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your my O'er step* of broken thrones and temples, ye f Whose... | |
 | William Jerdan, William Ring Workman, Frederick Arnold, John Morley, Charles Wycliffe Goodwin - 1818 - 862 pages
...preceding poems from the same source, and which this subject seems so "well [calculated to have excited. Oh Rome '. my Country ! City of the Soul ! The Orphans...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, nnd plod your way O'er steps... | |
 | 1818 - 574 pages
...will conclude our extracts ; which, though numerous, will not, we think, be thought too numerous. " Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...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 see The... | |
 | 1819 - 884 pages
...£efer¿, Ьоф 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...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 - 176 pages
...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 see... | |
 | English literature - 1819 - 950 pages
...there is a mixture of pathos and sublimity worthy of the subject ; and we cannot give it higher praise. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart nuibtturn to ther, Lone mother of dead em pires! and coutruul lu their shut breasts their petty uiiseiy.... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - English poetry - 1820 - 796 pages
...661 Seine Elegie über Rom in dem 4ten Canto von ChiUe Harold ist eine der schönsten, die ich kenne. Oh Rome! my country , city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn lt> thee, JLons mother of dead empires ! and control Der Krieger wacht noch eb' der Morgen blinkt.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - English poetry - 1821 - 478 pages
...without wounding the touch 'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...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 see... | |
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Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod 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. 
