 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...  The Complete Poetical Works of Lord Byron - الصفحة 66بواسطة George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1905 - عدد الصفحات: 1055عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | J[ohn] H[anbury]. Dwyer - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 314
...— and all is grayROME. OH Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must (urn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples. Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 290
...fare thee well — upon Soracle's ridge we part. LXXV1II. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and sea The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 488
...fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. O Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 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...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay, LXXIX. The Niobe... | |
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 356
...To view the huge design which sprung from such a birth ! Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay." Childe Harold,... | |
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 332
...To view the huge design which sprung from sueh a birth ! Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay." Childe Harold,... | |
 | 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 588
...Oh, Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mi-Hi 1 ' of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet, as fragile as our clay. " The Niobe of... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 356
...fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXVI. LXXIX.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1837 - عدد الصفحات: 356
...fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. I 1 [Lord Byron's... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - عدد الصفحات: 982
...Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as oar clay. LXXIX. The Niobe... | |
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