 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. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod...  The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron - Page 152by George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824Full view - About this book
 | Marguerite Countess of Blessington - 1839 - 340 pages
...calls up in my mind. But to bed — to dream of Rome, and to awake, to find myself its inmate. 6th.—" Oh, Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn tothee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 pages
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVUI. uriously behold The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's...never all grow old ? Who ran contemplate Fame throu breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | H. M. Melford - 1841 - 466 pages
...Glaucns were torn from his clasp. (Bulwer's Last days of Pompeii.) Oh Rome! my country! city of the souli The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control, In their shut breast their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | Joshua Horner - 1841 - 162 pages
...views it with the eye of a philosopher and the heart of a philanthropist, can refrain from tears P Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must tarn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control , In their shut breasts their petty misery.... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 pages
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well— upon Soracte's ridge we part LXXVin. 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 suflerance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | Jeremiah Donovan - 1842 - 704 pages
...she had been designated of old; — CHBS CHBIUM — TBMPLUM AEQDJTATIS — PORTOS OMHIDM GB.HTIUM! "Oh Rome! my country! City of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee. Thou wert the throne and grave of empires; still The font at which the panting mind assuages Her thirst... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 pages
...With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till— 'tis gone and all is gray. ROME. 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,... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1843 - 616 pages
...Between Baccano and La Storta the traveller enjoys from some high ground the first view of St. Peter's. " 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 eypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | John Heneage Jesse - 1843 - 432 pages
...insensibly recall to our memory some of the finest passages in Childe Harold. Oh Rome I my country I city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn...mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her... | |
 | 1843 - 778 pages
...met .so ofl Horace himself — or climb the Palatine, Dreaming of old Etander and his guest," Sic. " Oh, Rome ! My country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to ihee, Lone mother of dread empires, and control In their shut breasts iheir petty misery." • * »... | |
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