| William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 pages
...fell. Yes! self-abasement paved the way To villain-bonds and despot sway. LESSON CVII. Rome. BVRON. O ROME ! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of...their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance 1 Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,... | |
| Jacob K. Neff - 1845 - 642 pages
...natural protectors, and by the indignities offered by a rude, heartless and mercenary soldiery ! " Oh, Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...empires ! and control, In their shut breasts, their pithy misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your... | |
| William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 pages
...itself it fell. Yes! self-abasement paved the way To villain-bonds and despot sway. LESSON CVII. Rome. O ROME ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and contrpl In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The... | |
| Sophia Briggs - 1845 - 988 pages
...THREE VOLUMES. VOL. III. LONDON SAUNDERS AND OTLEY, CONDUIT STREET. 1845. THE GITANA. CHAPTER I. " Oh, Rome ! my country ! — city of the soul ! The...heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires." BTRON. " Italia! 0 Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty." BTRON. HE stood in the eternal... | |
| Francis Patrick Kenrick (abp. of Baltimore.) - 1845 - 498 pages
...inspired the poet with his loftiest strains, and was to him a haven in which he might rest securely. " 0 Rome, my country, city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee !''f Torquatus Tasso, whose muse rivals that of Homer, twice repaired to Rome, where he closed his... | |
| John Hanbury Dwyer - 1846 - 310 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...misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and sea The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 1068 pages
...never thinks of him ut with gralilude and veneration— of one who wou'd more glaoTIy 150 151 LXXVII1. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance PCome and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way 0>r steps of broken thrones and temples,... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 848 pages
...control lu their .Mint breasts their putty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and sec ` e cvili of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. Ilie Niobo of nations ! there... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 880 pages
...heart. Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part Ob Rome ! my country : city of the soul 1 m, a n raUcry. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way... | |
| 1847 - 606 pages
...art, and heroic in history. Voice» from her broken arches and her mouldering walls seem to say, " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and columns, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day; A world is at your feel, a? fragile as your clay." Summoned... | |
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