 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). - Page 4491916 - 792 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Edward Everett Hale (Jr.), Adaline Wheelock Sterling - 1901 - 526 pages
...unpopular. His later life was embittered by an indignation of which we may find trace in these stanzas. OH Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LORD BYRON The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless... | |
 | Morton Hord Pemberton - 1904 - 312 pages
...and must now give way to younger and greater queens of the earth. But we must say with Lord Byron: Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...a 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... | |
 | Charles Mills Gayley, Clement Calhoun Young - 1904 - 772 pages
...appeal from tyranny to God. STANZAS FROM CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE (CANTO 1v, LXXVIII-LXXX : ROME) 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... | |
 | Edward Everett Hale (Jr.) - 1904 - 520 pages
...later life was embittered by an indignation of which we may find trace in these stanzas. LORD BYRON 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... | |
 | Charles Mills Gayley, Clement Calhoun Young - 1904 - 726 pages
...appeal from tyranny to God. STANZAS FROM CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE (CANTO iv, LXXVIII-LXXX : ROME) 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... | |
 | Morton Hord Pemberton - 1904 - 312 pages
...and must now give way to younger and greater queens of the earth. But we must say with Lord Byron: Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...a 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1922 - 584 pages
...without wounding the touched heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh, Rome ! my Country ! City of the Soul ! The orphans...The cypress — hear the owl — and plod your way i. My mind to analyse .— [ASS. M.] ii. Yet suck the inveterate impression .—[MS. M. erastt/.] iii.... | |
 | Alfred Austin - 1904 - 272 pages
...must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead Empires, and control In their shut breasts their petty nursery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The...of 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... | |
 | J. B. Wilson - 1905 - 390 pages
...which swelled my soul in school-boy days, and which many and many a time, I had proudly declaimed. "Oh Rome ! my country ! City of the Soul ! The orphans...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... | |
 | Richard Garnett - 1905 - 494 pages
...the scene extended, till, winding suddenly round the hill, all Rome opened to our view. 5. ROME. O Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans...of 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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