 | 1818 - 638 стор.
...shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe... | |
 | 1818 - 762 стор.
...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 steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 79. The Niobe... | |
 | John Cam Hobhouse Baron Broughton - 1818 - 396 стор.
...the study rather of a life than of a casual visit. Stanza LXXVIII. Come and set. The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones...who is neither very young nor very incurious, may inquire what previous instruction or present guides will enable him to understand the history as well... | |
 | 1818 - 806 стор.
...shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 79. The Niobe... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 стор.
...their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples , Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXX1X. The... | |
 | 1819 - 884 стор.
...their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woei and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a clay — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. , The Niobe... | |
 | 1821 - 746 стор.
...their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear picture-less. But the beauty of cards would be extinguished for eve Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world U at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 стор.
...shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suilerance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The... | |
 | 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 and temples , ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe... | |
 | 1825 - 504 стор.
...shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe... | |
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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... 
