 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 884 ページ
...fare thee well— upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVin. Oh Borne ! my country ! city of the soul ! as been doubted, And were the last, from any 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
...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
...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...and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way 700 O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day A world is at our... | |
 | Judith F. Champ - 2000 - 276 ページ
...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... | |
 | Augustus Hare - 2005 - 361 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 - 308 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 - 500 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. 
