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...strikes a chord to which every fibre of the heart vibrates ! " O Home ! 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 ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as your clay". HE following...

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...repeopled were the solitary shore. 9. ROME. (From the same Canto.) 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, Yel Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of...

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...self-abasement paved the way To villain-bonds and despot sw.iy. ROME. 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 frrgile as our clay. The Niobe of...

...LXXVIII. Oh Rome ! my country !* city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, 695 Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their...is at our feet as fragile as our clay.* LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! * there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn...