 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - Broj stranica: 358
...part. txxVIH. Oh Rome 1 my conntry ! city of the sonl ! The orphaus of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. "What are onr woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod yonr way O'er steps of broken... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1831 - Broj stranica: 376
...LXXVII. L3CXVIII. 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. AVTiat are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - Broj stranica: 488
...part. LXXVIII. O 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...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - Broj stranica: 488
...part. LXXVIII. O Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thec, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay, LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An... | |
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - Broj stranica: 332
...sueh a birth ! 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...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay." Childe Harold, canto iv. st 152 and 78. THIS fine view of Rome, taken from above the Porta di Santo... | |
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - Broj stranica: 356
...such a birth ! 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...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay." Childe Harold, canto iv. st 152 and 78. THIS fine view of Rome, taken from above the Porte di Santo... | |
 | Leitch Ritchie - 1834 - Broj stranica: 352
...that enchant, Refinement•s self is seen in TANKEBVILLE." CHAPTER IV. THE WANDERER•S REVERIE. " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O•er steps of broken thrones and temples ! * * * » * Cypress and ivy, weed and wall-flower, grown, Matted, and massed together, hillocks heaped... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - Broj stranica: 356
...part. LXXVIII. 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...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXVI. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Q) Childless and crownless, in her voiceless... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1837 - Broj stranica: 356
...part. LXXVIII. 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...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. I 1 [Lord Byron's prepossession against Horace is not without a parallel. It was not till released... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - Broj stranica: 982
...we part. LXXVIII. 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...and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as oar clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations! there she stands,(l)... | |
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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... 
