 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 str.
...661 Seine Elegie über Rom in dem 4ten Canto von ChiUe Harold ist eine der schönsten, die ich kenne. Oh Rome! my country , city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn lt> thee, JLons mother of dead empires ! and control Der Krieger wacht noch eb' der Morgen blinkt.... | |
 | 1821 - 746 str.
...appear, And gathering storms around convulse the closing year. So of Greece : — again of Italy — Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 str.
...without wounding the touch 'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suilerance ? Come and see... | |
 | 1822 - 534 str.
...of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, bone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, bear the owl , and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples , ye ! Whose agonies are... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - 334 str.
...Awakening' without wounding the toueh'd hearts Yet fare thee well — upon Soraete's ridge we part. LXXVIIL Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see Whose agonics are evils... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 str.
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well—upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXV1II. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans...misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and sec The cypress, hear the owl, aud plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! Whose... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 str.
...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte's ridge we part. re thine ardent gaze ? Tis said, that Berenice's hair...outshine the seven. For, did those eyes as plnnets Conic and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 852 str.
...heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Soracte'a ridge we part. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the eoul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut brrasls their petty misery. What are our woee and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 170 str.
...touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well— upon Soracte's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome ! my couutry ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breast their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The... | |
 | Willard Phillips - 1826 - 194 str.
...nobility, and with banners hanging over it. Let us take, for example, one of his most striking passages. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to tliee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are... | |
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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 shut breasts their petty misery. 
