 | William Hamilton Maxwell - 1858 - 282 ページ
...pride and pomp of human greatness, the fall will only be the more marked and the more miserable. " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your...and temples, ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day. The Goth, the Christian, Time, War; Flood, and Fire, Have dealt upon the seven-hill'd city's pride;... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 329 ページ
...well — upon Soracte's ridgo we part. LXXVH. LXXVIII. Oh Kome ! my country ! city of the soul • The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance I Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 827 ページ
...fare thee well — upon Soracte1» ridge we part LXXVin. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee. Lone mother...their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance 1 Come and sec The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1860 - 425 ページ
...gasps — Jove help him— so — he's dead!" ROME.- BYRON. O Bome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee — Lone...In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are your woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of... | |
 | R. K. WASHINGTON - 1860
...suddenly seen back into antiquity for twenty-five hundred years. " 0 Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...control In their shut "breasts their petty misery." This city has exercised more influence on the destinies of mankind than any other. All the modern kingdoms... | |
 | Alfred Marshall Hitchcock - 1913 - 410 ページ
...they were present. A stanza in Byron's Childe Harold begins Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. In his Ode to Napoleon Bonaparte occur the lines Ill-minded man! why scourge thy kind Who bow'd so... | |
 | Thomas Jefferson McEvoy - 1914 - 142 ページ
...of a scale? CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE. CANTO THE FOURTH. O Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suff ranees? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones... | |
 | John Allan Wyeth - 1914 - 534 ページ
...youth, when I read and read again in my favorite Childe Harold: Oh, Rome! my country, city of the soul; The orphans of the heart must turn to Thee, Lone Mother of dead Empires! I longed to see the Rome of Byron. When I came away the city of the soul was a phantom city, a mirage,... | |
 | John Allan Wyeth - 1914 - 534 ページ
...youth, when I read and read again in my favorite Childe Harold: Oh, Rome! my country, city of the soul; The orphans of the heart must turn to Thee, Lone Mother of dead Empires! I longed to see the Rome of Byron. When I came away the city of the soul was a phantom city, a mirage,... | |
 | John Allan Wyeth - 1914 - 534 ページ
...youth, when I read and read again in my favorite Childe Harold: Oh, Rome! my country, city of the soul; The orphans of the heart must turn to Thee, Lone Mother of dead Empires! I longed to see the Rome of Byron. When I came away the city of the soul was a phantom city, a mirage,... | |
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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. 
