 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 ページ
...With an immaeulate eharm whieh eannot be defaeed. Byrm's Childe Harold. Oh, Rome ! my eountry ! eity of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and eontrol In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see The... | |
 | Isaac Thomas Hecker - 1855 - 328 ページ
...as the greatest of all needs, when it would earnestly give itself to God. " Oh, Rome ! my country ! City of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee." * * Byron. XIX. "Am I mad, that I should cherish that which bears but bitter fruit? I will pluck it... | |
 | 1896 - 926 ページ
...thunderstorm In the Alps, or as he gazes on the Silberhorn, his grand outburst — Oh Rome! mr country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thw Lone Mother of dead Empires! strike the imagination more than a thousand word-pictures. Ruskin's... | |
 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 884 ページ
...touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well— upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVin. Oh Borne ! my country ! time that honour has been doubted, And were the last,...other sceptic. Doge. Yon know the full offence of this breaste their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | David C. Miller - 1993 - 356 ページ
...sees Italy as a bereft "mother" of the arts and religion and of lost "nations": Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires. . . . The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe.13 The... | |
 | John Varriano - 1995 - 304 ページ
...the genre came with Byron's Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (1818) in verses like: Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires!28 Byron's poem was popular not only in its own day, but it exerted a powerful influence on... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - 868 ページ
...Yet fare thee well - upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXV1II Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! 695 The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way 700 O'er... | |
 | John Izard Middleton, Lynn Robertson - 1997 - 236 ページ
...to appreciate the unique beauty in drawings. Lynn Robertson CANTO IV, Ixxviii Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps... | |
 | Judith F. Champ - 2000 - 276 ページ
...Farm St., Foreign Correspondence No. 98, Sir Thomas Gage to ? 29 December 1817. O Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires!20 Byron was not the only poet of his generation to be drawn to Rome and it became a magnet... | |
 | Jed Rasula, Steve McCaffery - 2001 - 644 ページ
...the soul. 0, ho, lo, are exclamations which nations use with little variance. "O Rome, my country, city of the soul, The orphans of the heart must turn to thee." "O sad Nomore, O sweet Nomore." "Roll on, thou deep and dark-blue ocean, roll." "Their shots along... | |
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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... 
