 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819
...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... | |
 | 1819
...e$ ftd), ben (S'mbrucf weitet ju treibea ali nfc¡i;tg war. ,,Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the 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.) - 1820
...orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lane mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance...cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of hroken thrones and temples, Ye ! "Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 741 ページ
...schleppt der Welt zcrriss'ne Fessel mit. — 662 • jfo their shut breasts their petty misery* fVhat are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress...hear the owl , and plod your way O'er steps of broken tltrones and temples , Ye .' JJ'Jiose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile... | |
 | 1821
...convulse the closing year. So of Greece : — again of Italy — Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! ۣ[ G_ U $-yi9+Uo 6 a ` ' znD | ȇ } h e L\ 4 w controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821
...fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! 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 suilerance ? Come and see... | |
 | Heron - 1821
...shape my course towards Rome," replied lord Ashbourne. " Tiie orphans of the henrt must turn to thrr-, Lone mother of dead empires, and control In their shut breasts their petty misery." As. he spoke thus, his eye involuntarily turned towards Julia Rivers, to whom the whole of this conversation... | |
 | 1822
...of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, bone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, bear the owl , and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples , ye ! Whose agonies are... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824
...fare thee well — upon Soraete's ridge we part. LXXVIIL 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 hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see Whose agonics are evils... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825
...Yet fare thee well—upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXV1II. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and sec The cypress, hear the owl, aud plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! Whose... | |
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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. 
