 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...  The idler in Italy - Сторінка 166автори: Marguerite Gardiner (countess of Blessington.) - 1839Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 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.
...us a translation of an EJegy, by William Augustus Schle, 78. Oh Rome! my country! city of the'soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 стор.
...Yet fare thee well — upon Socrate's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must, turn to thee," Lone...— 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 стор.
...petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress , hear the owl, and pled your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,.... 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... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 стор.
...cypress , hear the owl , and plod your way O'er steps of broken tltrones and temples , Ye .' JJ'Jiose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, CJiilciless and crownless , in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 стор.
...empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suilerance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Kiobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An... | |
 | 1822 - 534 стор.
...shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, bear the owl , and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones...— 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... | |
 | Louise Swanton-Belloc - 1824 - 400 стор.
...Harold , lorsque la princesse Charlotte mourut. Elle était l'espoir de l'Angleterre : elle anWhose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 79. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands , Childless and erownless , in her voiceless woe; An einpty... | |
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