 | 1818 - 638 стор.
...of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...— 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... | |
 | 1818 - 762 стор.
...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are oar woe< and sutteranee ? Come and ice The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er...day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 79. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and cruwnless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | 1818 - 806 стор.
...Augustus Schle, 78. Oh 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...day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 79. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | 1818 - 574 стор.
...of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...— 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... | |
 | 1818 - 502 стор.
...excited. Lxxvin. Oh 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...misery. What are our woes and sufferance •' Come and ssx The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your my O'er step* of broken thrones and temples, ye f Whose... | |
 | John Cam Hobhouse Baron Broughton - 1818 - 596 стор.
...detailed examination must be made the study rather of a life than of a casual visit. 50 Stanza LXXVIII. Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples. The traveller who is neither very young nor very incurious, may enquire what previous instruction or... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 стор.
...part. LXXVIII. Oh 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...— 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 стор.
...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 стор.
...the soul f The orphans of the heart must turn to thee', Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...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^ —... | |
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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... 
