 | J[ohn] H[anbury]. Dwyer - 1828 - 314 頁
...colour as it gasps awajT, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gono — 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 In their shut breasts their petty misery. What... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1828 - 780 頁
...heart. Yet fare lliec well— upon Soracie't ridge we part. BYKON'S WORKS. LXXVIII. Ob Rome ! in y country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn lo thee. Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. \Vh;it... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 488 頁
...without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet 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 of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 488 頁
...without wounding the touch' d heart, Yet 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 thec, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are... | |
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - 332 頁
...The gazer's eye with philosophic mirth, 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 of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes... | |
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - 356 頁
...The gazer's eye with philosophic mirth, 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 of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes... | |
 | 1833 - 588 頁
...full of sublimity and of pathos, than is found in the commencement of his address to Rome : — " 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 their petty misery. What are our... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 356 頁
...without wounding the touch'd heart, 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 of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 982 頁
...without wounding the touch'd heart, 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 of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 352 頁
...without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. Lx xvm. 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 hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes... | |
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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... 
