 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
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...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. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An... | |
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...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... | |
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...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance 1 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... | |
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...petty misery. What are onr woes and snfferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod yonr way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at onr feet as fragile as onr clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands,* ' Childless and crownless,... | |
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...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 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... | |
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...and •<•« The cypress, hear the owl, and ploo your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temple«, Ye . Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile ax our clay. LZXIX. TheNiobe of nations! there she «lande Childless and rrownlen, in her voiceless... | |
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...CONTINUED. VOL. II. «..!- -Jl BOOK III. CONTINUED. CHAPTER XVI. CONQUEST OP ITALY. " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples! " BYRON, Childe Harold, iv. 78. " They are no more than links in the chain winding round the world."... | |
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...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...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 wo, An empty... | |
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...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.... | |
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...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...day—- A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, 1 Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An... | |
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