 | Arthur Beatty - 1928 - 582 páginas
...part. LXXVIII Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! Thp nrpTianq rif rhe hparh must turn t» 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 woe; An empty urn... | |
 | Elizabeth Avery, Jane Olive Dorsey, Vera Abigail Sickels - 1928 - 568 páginas
...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 páginas
...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 884 páginas
...orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breaste lain, This creeping, coward, rank, acquitted felon,...poisonous libel, And on the honour of — Oh God I I Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - 868 páginas
...part. LXXV1II Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! 695 The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their...and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way 700 O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day A world is at our... | |
 | John Izard Middleton, Lynn Robertson - 1997 - 236 páginas
...CANTO IV, Ixxviii 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. Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, 1817 Contents Foreword George D. Terry xi Acknowledgments xiii... | |
 | Tina Beattie - 2002 - 240 páginas
...its heroic past: 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...day A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. Alas! the lofty city! and alas! The trebly hundred triumphs! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's... | |
 | Augustus Hare - 2005 - 361 páginas
...our woes and sufferance ? Come arid see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps oí broken thrones and temples. Ye Whose agonies are evils of a day* — A world is at our feet ss fragile as ошг clay. 11>e Siobe of nations ! there she stands C'hHilieas and erownless, in her... | |
 | Paolo Chiarini, Walter Hinderer - 2006 - 500 páginas
...systematisch aufgelöst. 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...misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see Thy cypress, hear the owl, and plod thy way O'er Steps of broken thrones and temples. Ye! Whose agonies... | |
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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... 
