...Rome, and to awake, to find myself its inmate. uth. — « Oh, Rome ! my country ! city of the soul f The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...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." These beautiful...

...of Rome, and to awake, to find myself its inmate. 6tn. — "Oh, Rome! my country! city of the sonl ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...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." These beautiful...

...and meanly sneak behind thy covert. Blair. ROME. O ROME ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphan of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead...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...

...inmate. 6th.—" Oh, Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn tothee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their...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." These beautiful...

...Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVUI. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! sheen of beauty's cheek, Nor feel the heart can never...rises o'er her steep, nor climb? Harold, once more ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe...

...every comfort which I enjoy. LESSON CXLIV. Rome. — BYRON. O 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 we The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ; ye, Whose...

...still loveliest, till— 'tis gone and all is gray. ROME. 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 — world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations!...

...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...

...gray. ROME. OH Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Loqe mother of dead empires! and control In their shut...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 nations!...

...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...way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye, whose agonies are evils of a day." 121 occasionally concentrate our imagination on the most impressive...