 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 N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 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. HOME. 37 The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 стор.
...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance ? Come and see Yc ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — i world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The... | |
 | Henry Maney - 1854 - 354 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 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.
...¿nd control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod 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... | |
 | Marcius Willson - 1854 - 866 стор.
...shut'breasts tlieir petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owlt and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples. Ye 1 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our Icrt as fragile aa our clay.1' ('kittle Harold.... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 610 стор.
...sufferanee ? Come and see The eypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones an£ temples, ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our elay. Byron's Childe Harold. Italy! — the grave And resurreetion of the slave. Bailey's Featus. Soft... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 стор.
...their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see The eypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones an¿ temples, ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our elay.... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 стор.
...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. Ye f Whose agonies are evils of a day, — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1857 - 444 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 Ni'o-bc of nations ! there she stands Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe; An empty urn... | |
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