 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...  Childe Harold's pilgrimage - Сторінка 235автори: George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1831Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | John Cam Hobhouse Baron Broughton - 1818 - 596 стор.
...detailed examination must be made the study rather of a life than of a casual visit. 50 Stanza LXXVIII. Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way CPer steps of broken thrones and temples. The traveller who is neither very young nor very incurious,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 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. LXX1X. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | 1819 - 884 стор.
...Lone mother of dead empires I and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woei and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the...thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a clay — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. , The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 стор.
...to thee', Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress , hear the owl, and pled your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! "Whose agonies are evils of a day^ —... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 стор.
...schleppt der Welt zcrriss'ne Fessel mit. — 662 • jfo their shut breasts their petty misery* fVhat are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress...hear the owl , and plod your way O'er steps of broken tltrones and temples , Ye .' JJ'Jiose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 стор.
...empires ! and 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...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 empty urn within... | |
 | 1821 - 746 стор.
...to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress,...Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world U at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownlcss,... | |
 | 1821 - 444 стор.
...spurious. 25 — SEXAGES1MA SUNDAY. See SEPTUAGESIMA, p. 40. * — . 1798. — THE FRENCH ENTERED ROME. The NIOBE of nations! there she stands, Childless...crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ;... | |
 | 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... | |
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