 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 - Página 152de George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Sophia Briggs - 1845 - 988 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 sea The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | William Russell - 1846 - 420 páginas
...can be easily and exactly executed in orotund style. • Pathos* and Sublimity. Borne. — Byron. ' 0 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 880 páginas
...heart. Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part Ob Rome ! my country : city of the soul 1 m, a n breasts their petty raUcry. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | 1847 - 724 páginas
...command ! — And be with a world's curses crown'd !" ITALY AND P IUS IX. BY GF SECCHI DE CASALI. О Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee ! — BYKOX. IT is now nearly thirty-two years since a congress of sovereigns assembled in the Austrian... | |
 | 1847 - 726 páginas
...command ! — And be with a world's curses crown'd !" ITALY AND PIUS IX. BY GF SECCHI DE CASALI. О Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee ! — BYRON. IT is now nearly thirty-two years since a congress of sovereigns assembled in the Austrian... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1850 - 318 páginas
...a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone, and all ii gray. ROME. OH Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to these, Lone mother of ilead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are... | |
 | 1850 - 418 páginas
...on modern Home, and thought of what once she was : — ** Oh Rome! my country! city of the souH Tbe orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! anil control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1851 - 352 páginas
...Awakening without wounding the toueh'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soraete's ridge we part. LXXVIII. 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,... | |
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