 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - Страниц: 478
...without wounding the touch 'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suilerance ? Come and... | |
 | 1822 - Страниц: 534
...reifenben äBotienflurm. •) Sie 3tanjen übtt 9l om fïnb folgenbe: (©t. 78. 79- ) Oh Rome , ray country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, bone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - Страниц: 334
...Awakening' without wounding the toueh'd hearts Yet fare thee well — upon Soraete's ridge we part. LXXVIIL Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and... | |
 | Louise Swanton-Belloc - 1824 - Страниц: 400
...sur les débris des temples , 6 vous , dont les angoisses sont les malheurs d'un jour!... un LXXVIII. Oh Rome! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the lic.nt must turn to thee, Lonc mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut hreasts their petty... | |
 | 1825 - Страниц: 504
...nobility, and with banners hanging over it. Let us take, for example, one of his most striking passages. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - Страниц: 906
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well—upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXV1II. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans...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 sec... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - Страниц: 804
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...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? Conic and... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - Страниц: 170
...touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well— upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome ! my couutry ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breast their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and... | |
 | Willard Phillips - 1826 - Страниц: 194
...nobility, and with banners hanging over it. Let us take, for example, one of his most striking passages. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to tliee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are... | |
 | Wilkins Tannehill - 1827 - Страниц: 354
...their sacred ashes « disturbed to gratify the curiosity of the idle, or the whim of the antiquary. i 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?... | |
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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. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod... 
