...Yet fare thee well—upon Soracte's ridge we part. LX XVIII. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come smd see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye !...

...Palaces—The Pope, Cardinals, and Government of the Papal States. " 0 Rome 1 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." OUR first care, after arriving here, was to look about, inquire, and select suitable apartments, conveniently...

...ill by the violence of her grief at parting. CHAPTER XL. ' 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.' BYKOX. ' To JOHN BARCLAY, ESQ. ' NOT daring, Sir, to address this letter to your angelic daughter,...

...Palaces—The Pope, Cardinals, and G-overnment of the Papal States. " 0 Rome! my country! city of the soul I The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...control In their shut breasts their petty misery." OUR first care, after arriving here, was to look about, inquire, and select suitable apartments, conveniently...

...ill by the violence of her grief at parting. CHAPTER XL. ' 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.' BlEON. ' To JOHN BARCLAY, ESQ. ' NOT daring, Sir, to address this letter "to your angelic daughter,...

...thro, .Lone mother of dead empires ! ¿nd control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress,...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Yc ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — 1 world is at our feet as fragüe as our clay. LXXIX. The...

...country! city of the eoul I The orphans of Ihe heart must turn to Ihee, Lone mnthcr of dead empires 1 and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and ftee The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way o'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose...

...part. LXXVUJ. Oh Borne ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thec, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps...

...of renewed existence : her prosperity is sunk forever. " Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead fmjtiret ! and control In their shut'breasts tlieir petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance...

...immaeulate eharm whieh eannot be defaeed. Byrm's Childe Harold. Oh, Rome ! my eountry ! eity of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and eontrol In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see The...