| Rembrandt Peale - 1839 - 276 頁
...covert. Blair. ROME. O ROME ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphan of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless wo — * * * * *... | |
| Marguerite Countess of Blessington - 1839 - 340 頁
...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...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay." These beautiful lines embody the sentiment, with which every feeling mind must contemplate Rome; I... | |
| Marguerite Gardiner (countess of Blessington.) - 1839 - 580 頁
...uth. — « Oh, Rome ! my country ! city of the soul f The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay." These beautiful lines embody the sentiment, with which every feeling mind must contemplate Rome. I... | |
| 1839 - 914 頁
...dungeon ! 1839.] THE PILGRIM AMID THE RUINS OF ROME. BY JOHN C. M'CABE. "Come and see The cyprès», he« the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones...evils of a day — A world is at our feet, as fragile aa our clay. Childe Harald. 1 am no longer now the artless child, Plucking wild flowers, singing boyhood's... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 頁
...we part. LXXVUI. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, can never all grow old ? Who ran contemplate Fame...rises o'er her steep, nor climb? Harold, once more — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands,... | |
| H. M. Melford - 1841 - 466 頁
...orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control, In their shut breast their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance?...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. (Byron's Don Juan.) I. To DOUBT, 2. QUESTION. 1. S3e5nmfeln , in S^eifeí äicl;en; 2. bfjtretfcln,... | |
| Joshua Horner - 1841 - 162 頁
...from tears P Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must tarn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control , In their...and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owlf and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day,—... | |
| Ebenezer Bailey - 1841 - 416 頁
...Rome. — BYRON. 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...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... | |
| William Hamilton Maxwell, Hablot Knight Browne - 1842 - 326 頁
...pride and pomp of human greatness, the fall will only be the more marked and the more miserable. " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your...and temples, ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day. M The Goth, the Christian, Tune, War, Flood, and Fire, Have dealt upon the seven-hilled city's pride... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 頁
...part LXXVin. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, nish ; By a power to thee unknown, Thou canst never...alone ; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud, Thou art suflerance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones... | |
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