 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...  The Religious Magazine - Trang 2691833Xem Toàn bộ - Giới thiệu về cuốn sách này
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 trang
...their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see The eypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones an¿ temples, ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our elay.... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 610 trang
...of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and eontrol In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see The eypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 trang
...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,...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples. Ye f Whose agonies are evils of a day, — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | Thomas Jefferson McEvoy - 1914 - 168 trang
...FOURTH. 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 shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suff ranees? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 858 trang
...Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! 6!M The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother + 700 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX The Niobe10... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 956 trang
...LXXVIII Oh Rome, my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother THE POPLAR FIELD THE poplars are felled ; farewell...and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their ! 700 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX The... | |
 | John Rutledge Scott - 1915 - 694 trang
...EXPULSIVE. 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 shut breasts...Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your w>y O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day: A world is at our... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 952 trang
...LXXVIII Oh Rome, my country ! city of the sonl ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother Benledi's living side. Then fixed his eye and sable brow Full en Fitz- Jame nre our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 806 trang
...IV 0 Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother d your whole 702 The Niobe1 of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 828 trang
...IV 0 Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother their rage of will; Their treasure 炀 #...mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the w 702 The Niobe l of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
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