 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 pàgines
...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?...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXX1X. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | 1819 - 884 pàgines
...Lone mother of dead empires I and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woei and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the...thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a clay — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. , The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 pàgines
...orphans of the heart 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 cypress , hear the owl, and pled your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! "Whose agonies are evils of a day^ —... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 pàgines
...schleppt der Welt zcrriss'ne Fessel mit. — 662 • jfo their shut breasts their petty misery* fVhat are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress...hear the owl , and plod your way O'er steps of broken tltrones and temples , Ye .' JJ'Jiose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile... | |
 | 1821 - 746 pàgines
...orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts and, with their naked names upon the drab pasteboard,...ever. Stripped of all that is imaginative in them, th U at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownlcss,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 pàgines
...empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suilerance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Kiobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An... | |
 | 1822 - 534 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Louise Swanton-Belloc - 1824 - 400 pàgines
...Harold , lorsque la princesse Charlotte mourut. Elle était l'espoir de l'Angleterre : elle anWhose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 79. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands , Childless and erownless , in her voiceless woe; An einpty... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - 334 pàgines
...their shut hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see Whose agonics are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niohe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and erownless, in her voiceless wo ; An empty... | |
 | 1825 - 504 pàgines
...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...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless wo ; An empty urn... | |
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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... 
