 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...  English Prose and Poetry - Page 450by John Matthews Manly - 1926 - 882 pagesFull view - About this book
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 pages
...the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien. CHILDE HAROLD. — Canto IV. EOME. OH Home ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. HOME. 37 The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 pages
...part. LXXVIII. Oh Borne ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thce, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their...day— A, world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless wo, An empty... | |
 | Henry Maney - 1854 - 354 pages
...dome of St. Peter's " Oh I Rome ! my country! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must tarn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ! Te Whose agonies are evils of a day, A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1856 - 833 pages
...tho tquch'd heait, Yet fare thee well—upon Soracte'sr ridge we pait. LXXVIII. Oh Rome! my country I city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn...day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 pages
...these celestial Wisdom calms the mind, And makes the happiness she does not find. JOHNSON. ROME. OH, ROME ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples. Ye f Whose agonies are evils of a day, — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | Salem Town - 1857 - 524 pages
...of Parthia,t their fitting tomb ! LESSON LXXV. A LAMENTATION OVER THE RUINS OF ROME. — BYROB 1. 0 Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. • Tem'ple, the celebrated Jewish temple at Jerusalem, In which the Jews bnld their religious services.... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1857 - 444 pages
...will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. T. MOORE. LXXXV. — THE RUINS OF ROME. O, ROME ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...— A world is at our feet, as fragile as our clay. The Ni'o-bc of nations ! there she stands Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe; An empty urn... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1858 - 450 pages
...the scent of the roses will hang round it still. T. MOOllE. LXXXV. — THE RUINS OF ROME. 0, HOME ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the...— A world is at our feet, as fragile as our clay. The Ni'o-be of nations ! there she stands Childless and crownless in her voiceless woo ; An empty urn... | |
 | Thomas Buckley Smith - 1858 - 310 pages
...his blood. Shall he expire, And unavenged? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire !— BYRON. ROME. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...sufferance ''. Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and olod your way O'er steps 01 broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1860 - 450 pages
...Lone mother of dead empires ! and control, In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are your woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 17* Tho Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; , An empty... | |
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