 | John Murray (Firm), Octavian Blewitt - 1853 - 362 стор.
...turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires I and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress,...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples I ye, Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 стор.
...turn to thce, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless wo, An empty urn, within her wither'd hands, Whose... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 стор.
...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,...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. HOME. 37 The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 378 стор.
...! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come smd see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er...our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, 1 Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose... | |
 | Marcius Willson - 1854 - 894 стор.
...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 стор.
...tarn 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,...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 стор.
...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 стор.
...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1856 - 376 стор.
...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,...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXVI. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands,1 Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1856 - 312 стор.
...shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and gea The cypress, hear (he 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... | |
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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... 
