 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...  English Prose and Poetry (1137-1892). - Pàgina 4491916 - 792 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1818 - 638 pàgines
...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...a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
 | 1818 - 806 pàgines
...us a translation of an EJegy, by William Augustus Schle, 78. Oh Rome! my country! city of the'soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 79. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An... | |
 | 1818 - 574 pàgines
...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...a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. "The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 pàgines
...without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Socrate's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of...a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXX1X. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe;... | |
 | 1821 - 746 pàgines
...of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul t be dispensed with ; and, with their naked names...ever. Stripped of all that is imaginative in them, th U at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownlcss,... | |
 | George Clinton - 1825 - 826 pàgines
...sensitive mind than the noble poet's. He pours forth the following gloomy, but grand, apostrophe : Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
 | 1825 - 504 pàgines
...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...a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless wo ; An empty... | |
 | Willard Phillips - 1826 - 194 pàgines
...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...a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless wo ; An empty... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 170 pàgines
...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...a day— 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 woes^... | |
 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 pàgines
...sensitive mind than the noble poet's. He pours forth the following gloomy, but grand, apostrophe : Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
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