 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...  English Prose and Poetry (1137-1892). - الصفحة 4491916 - عدد الصفحات: 792عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1877 - عدد الصفحات: 286
...to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress,...day, — 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... | |
 | George Rhett Cathcart - 1878 - عدد الصفحات: 446
...till from itself it fell; Yes ! self-abasement paved the way To villain-bonds and despot sway. SOME. O ROME ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans...O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! Whose agonics are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations... | |
 | Isaac Brandon - 1811 - عدد الصفحات: 598
...heart, Yet fare thee well— upon Sorack-'s ridge we part. Oh, Rome ! my country ! city of the soul I The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands," Childless and crowuless, in her voiceless woe;... | |
 | Helen A Hertz - 1879 - عدد الصفحات: 292
...thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. 1 Fir-trees. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see ....a day — 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... | |
 | Abraham Hayward - 1880 - عدد الصفحات: 494
...emblems of human vanity, with the halo which he flings around the rocks and valleys of the Alps : " Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. * * * • * » " Arches on arches ! as it were that Home, Collecting the chief trophies of her... | |
 | Abraham Hayward - 1880 - عدد الصفحات: 444
...the emblems of human vanity, with the halo which he flings around the rocks and valleys of the Alps : Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their...a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. • • » • * " Arches on arches ! as it were that Eome, Collecting the chief trophies of... | |
 | Abraham Hayward - 1880 - عدد الصفحات: 440
...the emblems of human vanity, with the halo which he flings around the rocks and valleys of the Alps : Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their...a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. * * * • * " Arches on arches ! as it were that Rome, Collecting the chief trophies of her line,... | |
 | Joseph Angus - 1880 - عدد الصفحات: 726
...Rider and horse — friend, foe — in one red burial blent ! Chtide Harold's Pilgrimagt. Rome. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye I Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | Laura Valentine - 1880 - عدد الصفحات: 634
...shall I see the wood and plain, And dream those happy dreams again? LORD BYRON. 1788—1824. ROME. O ROME ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Whose agonies are evils of a day — [Ye ! A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1881 - عدد الصفحات: 342
...scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien. ROME. (Cu1LDE HAROLD, Canto iv. Stanzas 78, 79.) OH Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...a day — 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... | |
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