 | Elizabeth Avery, Jane Olive Dorsey, Vera Abigail Sickels - 1928 - 568 頁
...away." SHELLEY 144 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...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. BYRON, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 145 •*. For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber... | |
 | Frederick Earle Emmons, Thomas Waterman Huntington - 1928 - 454 頁
...Harold's Pilgrimage 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 sec The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose... | |
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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 your... 
