...Awakening without wounding the tnuch'd heart, Yel fare thee well — upon Snracte's ridge we part. LXXVm. ts to dull life, in this our state Of mortal bondage, by these iheir shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance ? Come and •<•« The cypress,...

...passages, gives us the. reverse of this fine simile; aiso applied to Rome: "0 Rome! my country! city of Ihe soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee,...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Kiobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn...

...passages, gives us the reverse of this fine simile; also applied to Rome: "0 Rome! my country! cily of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to...mother of dead empires! and control In their shut hreasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands Childless and crownless, in her...

...of the happiest of his passages, gives us the reverse of this fine simile; also applied to Rome: "0 Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thec, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Niobe...

...this route will enjoy the first view of St. Peter's. " Olí Rome ! my country ! city of the soul 1 The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires I and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and...

...Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well—upon Soracte's ridge we part. LX XVIII. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come smd see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps...

...of her preserver, and had made him quite ill by the violence of her grief at parting. CHAPTER XL. ' Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...control, In their shut breasts their petty misery.' BlEON. ' To JOHN BARCLAY, ESQ. ' NOT daring, Sir, to address this letter "to your angelic daughter,...

...of her preserver, and had made him quite ill by the violence of her grief at parting. CHAPTER XL. ' Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans...control, In their shut breasts their petty misery.' BYKOX. ' To JOHN BARCLAY, ESQ. ' NOT daring, Sir, to address this letter to your angelic daughter,...

...the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien. CHILDE HAROLD. — Canto IV. EOME. OH Home ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the...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 way O'er steps...

...Church—The Vatican and other Palaces—The Pope, Cardinals, and Government of the Papal States. " 0 Rome 1 my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart...control In their shut breasts their petty misery." OUR first care, after arriving here, was to look about, inquire, and select suitable apartments, conveniently...