 | Joseph Albert Mosher - 1920 - 668 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. VOICE QUALITY 101 The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1910 - 966 pàgines
...must turn to tnee, [trol In their shut breast their petty misery.. What are our woes and sufferance 1 , 1 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1924 - 486 pàgines
...! and conIn their shut breast their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance 1 Come and se« The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye 1 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The N iobe of... | |
 | William Joseph Long - 1925 - 844 pàgines
...of the heart must turn to thee, 20 Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance...way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, — Ye ! 25 Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe1... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1926 - 928 pàgines
...orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts uch wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state..."offspring 4 remains 'conception, thought XXX When 70 2 The Niobe l of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
 | 1926 - 780 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. LXXIX The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | Arthur Beatty - 1928 - 582 pàgines
...nrpTianq rif rhe hparh must turn t» 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 woe; An empty urn... | |
 | Elizabeth Avery, Jane Olive Dorsey, Vera Abigail Sickels - 1928 - 568 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. BYRON, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 145 •*. For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber... | |
 | Frederick Earle Emmons, Thomas Waterman Huntington - 1928 - 454 pàgines
...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and sec 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 884 pàgines
...orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breaste lain, This creeping, coward, rank, acquitted felon,...poisonous libel, And on the honour of — Oh God I I Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
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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... 
