...Pie V., tom. ii. p. 321. J Ap. Bzoviua Epist. ad Episcop. Egitanens. ap. id. i. 122. § Carm. Sec. " Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee." But be it so. All are not so moved. To many is even this great vision closed by obstacles that seem...

...been sympathized in by thousands, as they gazed on modern Rome, and thought of what once she was : — "Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans...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,...

...broods over the " eternal city," and shades in gloom her glories. "How are the mighty fallen 1" *' Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance 1 Come and see The cypress, hear the owl,...

...were of a mighty tree whose «ciors had found root in all the earth. Well might the poet sing — " O. Rome, my country, city of the soul ! The orphans of...heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires." Here I saw the birth of architectural art in England, and we owe to her all the refinements that give...

...found root in all the earth. Well might the poet sing— '• 0. Rome, my country, city of the »oui ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires." Here I saw the birth of architectural art in England, and we owe to her all the refinements that give...

...passages, gives us the reverse of this fine simile; also applied to Rome: "0 Rome! my country! cily of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to...control In their shut hreasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn...

...Awakening without wounding the tnuch'd heart, Yel fare thee well — upon Snracte's ridge we part. LXXVm. ts to dull life, in this our state Of mortal bondage, by these iheir shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance ? Come and •<•« The cypress,...

...passages, gives us the reverse of this fine simile; also applied to Rome: "0 Rome! my country! cily of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to...mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations! there she slands Childless and crownless, in her...

...passages, gives us the. reverse of this fine simile; aiso applied to Rome: "0 Rome! my country! city of Ihe soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee,...mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Kiobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crownless, in her...

...of the happiest of his passages, gives us the reverse of this fine simile; also applied to Rome: "0 Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thec, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Niobe...