...enjoys from some high ground the first view of St. Peter's. " Oh Rome ! my country! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The eypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ! ye, Whose agonies...

...our memory some of the finest passages in Childe Harold. Oh Rome I my country I city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe : An empty urn...

...our memory some of the finest passages in Childe Harold. Oh Rome 1 my country I city of the soul I The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires I and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations I there she stands, Childless...

...Palatine, Dreaming of old Ei ander and his guest," &c. i " Oh, Rom« ! My country ! cily of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dread empires, and control In their shut breasts their petty misery." » • » « " The Niobe of Nations...

...Alps, or as he gazes on the Silberhorn, his grand outhurst— Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee Lone Mother of dead Empires! strike the imagination more than a thousand word-pictures. Ruskin's elaborate descriptions of Venice...

...emperors, and scaled the rock-built citadel of the Tarquins. " O Rome, my country ! city of the soul, The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...and temples, Ye, whose agonies are evils of a day." 121 occasionally concentrate our imagination on the most impressive scenes and eras of human annals....

...To villain-bonds and despot sway. LESSON CVII. Rome. BVRON. O 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,...

...offered by a rude, heartless and mercenary soldiery ! " Oh, Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...empires ! and control, In their shut breasts, their pithy misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your...

...the way To villain-bonds and despot sway. LESSON CVII. Rome. O ROME ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and contrpl In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The...

...OTLEY, CONDUIT STREET. 1845. THE GITANA. CHAPTER I. " Oh, Rome ! my country ! — city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires." BTRON. " Italia! 0 Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty." BTRON. HE stood in the eternal...