 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 362 pages
...well — upon Soracte's ridgo we part. LXXVH. LXXVIII. Oh Kome ! 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 I Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 914 pages
...fare thee well — upon Soracte1» ridge we part LXXVin. 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 sec The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - Readers - 1860 - 450 pages
...gasps — Jove help him— so — he's dead!" ROME.- BYRON. O Bome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee — Lone...In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are your woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of... | |
 | E. K. Washington - Europe - 1860 - 708 pages
...suddenly seen back into antiquity for twenty-five hundred years. " 0 Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...control In their shut "breasts their petty misery." This city has exercised more influence on the destinies of mankind than any other. All the modern kingdoms... | |
 | Augustus John Cuthbert Hare - Rome (Italy) - 1913 - 800 pages
...of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...thrones and temples. Ye Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Nlobe of nations I there she stands Childless... | |
 | Alfred Marshall Hitchcock - English language - 1913 - 432 pages
...they were present. A stanza in Byron's Childe Harold begins Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. In his Ode to Napoleon Bonaparte occur the lines Ill-minded man! why scourge thy kind Who bow'd so... | |
 | Thomas Jefferson McEvoy - Examinations - 1914 - 168 pages
...of a scale? CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE. CANTO THE FOURTH. O Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suff ranees? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones... | |
 | John Allan Wyeth - History - 1914 - 608 pages
...youth, when I read and read again in my favorite Childe Harold: Oh, Rome! my country, city of the soul; The orphans of the heart must turn to Thee, Lone Mother of dead Empires! I longed to see the Rome of Byron. When I came away the city of the soul was a phantom city, a mirage,... | |
 | John Allan Wyeth - History - 1914 - 608 pages
...youth, when I read and read again in my favorite Childe Harold: Oh, Rome! my country, city of the soul; The orphans of the heart must turn to Thee, Lone Mother of dead Empires! I longed to see the Rome of Byron. When I came away the city of the soul was a phantom city, a mirage,... | |
 | John Allan Wyeth - History - 1914 - 606 pages
...youth, when I read and read again in my favorite Childe Harold: Oh, Rome! my country, city of the soul; The orphans of the heart must turn to Thee, Lone Mother of dead Empires! I longed to see the Rome of Byron. When I came away the city of the soul was a phantom city, a mirage,... | |
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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. 
