 | William Hamilton Maxwell, Hablot Knight Browne - 1842 - 326 pages
...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. M The Goth, the Christian, Tune, War, Flood, and Fire, Have dealt upon the seven-hilled city's pride... | |
 | 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...and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless... | |
 | 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...What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The eypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ! ye, Whose agonies... | |
 | 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...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe : An empty urn... | |
 | 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." • * »... | |
 | 1843 - 826 pages
...climb the Palatine, Dreaming of old Ei ander and his guest," &c. i " Oh, Rom« ! My country ! cily of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dread empires, and control In their shut breasts their petty misery." » • » « " The Niobe of Nations... | |
 | 1896 - 926 pages
...his emotions in a thunderstorm in the Alps, or as he gazes on the Silberhorn, his grand outhurst— Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans...heart must turn to thee Lone Mother of dead Empires! strike the imagination more than a thousand word-pictures. Ruskin's elaborate descriptions of Venice... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1844 - 318 pages
...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 of the heart must turn to thee, Loqe mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes... | |
 | Thomas Fisher - 1845 - 240 pages
...trampled the proud palaces of her emperors, and scaled the rock-built citadel of the Tarquins. " O Rome, my country ! city of the soul, The orphans of...and temples, Ye, whose agonies are evils of a day." 121 occasionally concentrate our imagination on the most impressive scenes and eras of human annals.... | |
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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. 
