 | John Hanbury Dwyer - Elocution - 1846 - 310 pages
...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, Lone mother...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
...veneration— of one who wou'd more glaoTIy 150 151 LXXVII1. 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 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... | |
 | United States - 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... | |
 | Samuel Eliot - Constitutional history - 1849 - 576 pages
...preparation in the characteristics of the era we have passed. CHAPTER XI. CONQUEST AND CONDITION OF ITALY. " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples! " BYRON, Childe Harold, IT. 78. "They are no more than links in.tho chain winding round the world."... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - Elocution - 1850 - 318 pages
...! 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 our woes and sufferance 7 Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,... | |
 | Antiquities - 1850 - 418 pages
...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... | |
 | Jacob B. Wood - Europe - 1852 - 192 pages
...shades in gloom her glories. "How are the mighty fallen 1" *' 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 see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,... | |
 | M.B. Bateham and S.D. Harris - 1852 - 396 pages
...found root in all the earth. Well might the poet sing — " O. Rome, my country, city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires." Here I saw the birth of architectural art in England, and we owe to her all the refinements that give... | |
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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. 
