 | Jacob K. Neff - 1845 - 642 pàgines
...heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control, In their shut breasts, their pithy misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and...— 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... | |
 | 1845 - 818 pàgines
...her to the storm, In the same dust and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your...— 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... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 pàgines
...dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance 1 Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your...— 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... | |
 | 1845 - 824 pàgines
...the storm, In the same dust and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." "Come find see 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... | |
 | Thomas Fisher - 1845 - 240 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...and temples, Ye, whose agonies are evils of a day." 121 occasionally concentrate our imagination on the most impressive scenes and eras of human annals.... | |
 | 1845 - 816 pàgines
...imperial,'bows her to the storm, In the same dual and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." "Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod...evils of a day — A world is at our feet, as fragile ae our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ;... | |
 | Edward Robinson - 1845 - 830 pàgines
...storm, In the same dust and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." "Come nnd Bee The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er...evils of a day— A world is at our feet, as fragile ae our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe; An... | |
 | William Russell - 1846 - 420 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... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1846 - 310 pàgines
...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and sea 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 Baron Byron - 1846 - 1068 pàgines
...misery. What are our woes and sufferance PCome and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way 0>r steps of broken thrones and temples, ye ! Whose agonies...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, (1) Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ;... | |
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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... 
