 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 pàgines
...breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and sec The cypress, hear the owl, aud plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,...day— 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... | |
 | 874 pàgines
...how perishing are the mightiest monuments of man's boasting pride ! Tnink — — — " As you j>lod your way, O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,...Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at your feet, as fragile as your clay." You never so fully realize the impression that you are in ancient... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 170 pàgines
...of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breast their petty misery. What are...day— 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 woes^ An empty... | |
 | Willard Phillips - 1826 - 194 pàgines
...orphans of the heart must turn to tliee, 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 852 pàgines
...Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut brrasls their petty misery. What are our woee and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the...evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile ae our clay. The \ iobc of nations ! there she stands, Childless and rrownlcss, in her voiceless woe;... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 pàgines
...empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Conic and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! \VlioM- agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feetasfragileasourclay. The jViobe of nations... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1827 - 888 pàgines
...anil coutrol In their shut breasts their petty misery. Whai are our woes and sufferance? Come anil see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken throne* aud temples, yt- ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile us... | |
 | Wilkins Tannehill - 1827 - 354 pàgines
...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, heaf the "owl, and plod your way • • . «»• O'r steps of broken thronesand temples. Ye! * ,'... | |
 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 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 woe; An empty urn... | |
 | J[ohn] H[anbury]. Dwyer - 1828 - 314 pàgines
...orphans of the heart must (urn 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 woe ; 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... 
