 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 982 pages
...Awakening 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...and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as oar clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations! there she stands,(l)... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 352 pages
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. Lx xvm. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | Rebecca Hey - 1837 - 386 pages
...touching effect, what mournful grace, does it throw over the architectural remains of ancient Rome ! • " 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 mass'd together, hillocks heap'd On what were... | |
 | 1871 - 608 pages
...of human vanity, with the halo which he flings around the rocks and valleys of the Alps : — ' Oil Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thce, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. \\hat are... | |
 | Marguerite Countess of Blessington - 1839 - 340 pages
...calls up in my mind. But to bed — to dream of Rome, and to awake, to find myself its inmate. 6th.—" Oh, Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn tothee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 pages
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVUI. uriously behold The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's...rises o'er her steep, nor climb? Harold, once more — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands,... | |
 | Ebenezer Bailey - 1841 - 416 pages
...give me every breath which I draw, and every comfort which I enjoy. LESSON CXLIV. Rome. — BYRON. O ROME ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and we The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ; ye, Whose... | |
 | Joshua Horner - 1841 - 162 pages
...can refrain from tears P Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must tarn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control...and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owlf and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day,—... | |
 | H. M. Melford - 1841 - 466 pages
...Glaucns were torn from his clasp. (Bulwer's Last days of Pompeii.) Oh Rome! my country! city of the souli The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control, In their shut breast their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 pages
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well— upon Soracte's ridge we part LXXVin. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suflerance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones... | |
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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. 
