 | Augustus Hare - 2005 - 360 ページ
...the soul E The orphans of the heart must turn to tbee, Lowe mother oí dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come arid see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps oí broken thrones and temples. Ye... | |
 | Jonah Siegel - 2005 - 285 ページ
...is as haunted by death as Venice's is with imprisonment: "Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! / The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, / Lone mother of dead Empires!" (4.694-96). The mother to whom the speaker could not say good-bye in canto 1 returns, but her children... | |
 | Paolo Chiarini, Walter Hinderer - 2006 - 446 ページ
...die Grenze zwischen Innen und Außen systematisch aufgelöst. 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 see Thy cypress, hear the owl, and plod thy way O'er Steps of broken thrones and temples. Ye! Whose agonies... | |
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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. 
