 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...  Blackwood's Magazine - Сторінка 2241818Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Salem Town - 1857 - 524 стор.
...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 way O'er...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. • Tem'ple, the celebrated Jewish temple at Jerusalem, In which the Jews bnld their religious services.... | |
 | 1857 - 694 стор.
...well known: "What are our woes and sufferance? come and sco The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose...: A world is at our feet, as fragile as our clay.' way These ideas were nearly expressed by Tasso: "The lofty Carthagelicth low; and scarce The vestige... | |
 | Thomas Jefferson McEvoy - 1914 - 168 стор.
...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suff ranees? Come and see 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... | |
 | John Rutledge Scott - 1915 - 692 стор.
...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 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... | |
 | John Rutledge Scott - 1915 - 694 стор.
...misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your w>y O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! Whose...day: A world is at our feet, as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago; — The Scipios' tomb... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 858 стор.
...see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! 700 + LXXIX The Niobe10 of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, iu her voiceless woe, An empty... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 956 стор.
...see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! 700 hroned and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my prond pretensions rise — i io LXXIX The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 952 стор.
...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What nre our woes and sufferance ? Come and see lpine's warriors r» Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX The Niobe... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 852 стор.
...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see 700 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe10... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 806 стор.
...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see 6 702 The Niobe1 of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
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