...K. — Byron. 0 Rome ! my country ! city of the sonl ! The orphans of the heart must turn to time, 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 teet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of...

...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...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...

...indignation of which we may find trace in these stanzas. LORD BYRON 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. The Niobe of...

...greater queens of the earth. But we must say with Lord Byron: Oh 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 — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. Alas ! the lofty...

...greater queens of the earth. But we must say with Lord Byron: Oh 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 — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. Alas! the lofty...

...CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE (CANTO 1v, LXXVIII-LXXX : ROME) OH 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 — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of...

...CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE (CANTO iv, LXXVIII-LXXX : ROME) OH 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 — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of...

...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...The cypress — hear the owl — and plod your way i. My mind to analyse .— [ASS. M.] ii. Yet suck the inveterate impression .—[MS. M. erastt/.] iii....

...fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. I.XXVIII Oh Rome, my country ! city of the soul ! ace of judgment, To the full view of the assembled...essay To stir up the distracted multitude — 101 Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within...

...Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII Oh Rome, my country ! city of the soul I The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...world 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 within...