 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1860 - 450 стор.
...Lone mother of dead empires ! and control, In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are your woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 17* Tho Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; , An empty... | |
 | William E. Kendall - 1860 - 148 стор.
...empires ; and control In their shut breasts their pitty, misery: What are our woes and sufferings ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your...— 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... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1860 - 372 стор.
...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and sea The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er...— 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.) - 1860 - 252 стор.
...woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of hroken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. helieve no one could, or can he, more attached to Harrow than I have always heen and with reason ;... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1861 - 734 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,...is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Nlobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within... | |
 | Octavian Blewitt - 1861 - 552 стор.
...thee, Lone mother of dead empires f and control Jn 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 I ye, Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay, The Niobe... | |
 | William Russell - 1861 - 448 стор.
...to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts, thoir petty misery. What are our woes and. sufferance? — Come and see The...— 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... | |
 | 1863 - 448 стор.
...to thee, Lone mother of dead Empires ! and control In their shirt 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 — je ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet, as fragile as our clay ! The... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 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. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn... | |
 | MARCUS WILLSON - 1864 - 860 стор.
...to thee, Lone mother of dead tynpires I 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." Childe Harold. a. Pronounced Bo-lone-ya, Redge-yo, Pe-a-cheir-wu CHAPTER IX. THE MIDDLE AGES ANALYSIS.... | |
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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... 
