 | Marcius Willson - 1854 - 894 pàgines
...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and ftee The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way o'er...day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay." Childe Harold. a. Pronounced Bo-lone-ya, Redg*-yo, Pe-a-chea'-u. CHAPTER IX. THE MIDDLE AGES • ANALYSIS.... | |
 | Henry Maney - 1854 - 354 pàgines
...orphans of the heart must tarn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ! Te Whose agonies are evils of a day, A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1104 pàgines
...thro, .Lone mother of dead empires ! ¿nd control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress,...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Yc ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — 1 world is at our feet as fragüe as our clay. LXXIX. The... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 pàgines
...thec, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress,...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Yc ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — i world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 852 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?...way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! 700 Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX The... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 952 pàgines
...to thee, Lone mother of dead empires, and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What nre How say 'at thou now ? These are Clan-Alpine's warriors r» Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX The Niobe... | |
 | John Rutledge Scott - 1915 - 694 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?...Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your w>y O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day: A world is at our... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 858 pàgines
...see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! 700 + LXXIX The Niobe10 of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, iu her voiceless woe, An empty... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 806 pàgines
...orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts regard ;0 702 The Niobe1 of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 828 pàgines
...orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts # ҨÀ 0 " 1916 Not one, but...mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the w 702 The Niobe l of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
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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... 
