 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 str.
...is gray. ROME. 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...and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1843 - 616 str.
...St. Peter's. " 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...What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The eypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ! ye, Whose agonies... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1844 - 318 str.
...gray. ROME. OH Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Loqe mother of dead empires! and control In their shut...— 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... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 492 str.
...is gray. ROME. 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. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 str.
...of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and contrpl In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...— 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... | |
 | Thomas Fisher - 1845 - 240 str.
...the Tarquins. " 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...and temples, Ye, whose agonies are evils of a day." 121 occasionally concentrate our imagination on the most impressive scenes and eras of human annals.... | |
 | Jacob K. Neff - 1845 - 642 str.
...heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control, In their shut breasts, their pithy misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and...— 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... | |
 | 1845 - 818 str.
...her to the storm, In the same dust and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your...— 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... | |
 | 1845 - 824 str.
...the storm, In the same dust and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." "Come find see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er...— 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... | |
 | 1845 - 816 str.
...imperial,'bows her to the storm, In the same dual and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." "Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod...evils of a day — A world is at our feet, as fragile ae our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ;... | |
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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... 
