 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
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 стор.
...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 way O'er...— 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... | |
 | 1821 - 746 стор.
...and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see t go on very well, picture-less. But the beauty of...ever. Stripped of all that is imaginative in them, th U at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownlcss,... | |
 | 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...Niobe of nations ! there she stands , Childless and erownless , in her voiceless woe; An einpty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - 334 стор.
...their shut hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see Whose agonics are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niohe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and erownless, in her voiceless wo ; An empty... | |
 | 1825 - 504 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 wo ; An empty urn... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 стор.
...breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and sec The cypress, hear the owl, aud plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,...day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | 874 стор.
...how perishing are the mightiest monuments of man's boasting pride ! Tnink — — — " As you j>lod your way, O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,...Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at your feet, as fragile as your clay." You never so fully realize the impression that you are in ancient... | |
 | Willard Phillips - 1826 - 194 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 wo ; An empty urn... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 852 стор.
...and control In their shut brrasls their petty misery. What are our woee and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er...evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile ae our clay. The \ iobc of nations ! there she stands, Childless and rrownlcss, in her voiceless woe;... | |
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