 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
 | 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 urn within... | |
 | 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 as fragile as our clay. 79. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands , Childless and erownless , in her voiceless woe; An einpty... | |
 | 1825 - 504 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. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless wo ; An empty urn... | |
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...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 170 стор.
...turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breast their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress,...stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woes^ An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago; The Scipio's... | |
 | Willard Phillips - 1826 - 194 стор.
...to tliee, 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. 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.
...Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut brrasls their petty misery. What are our woee and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the...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;... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 стор.
...empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Conic and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! \VlioM- agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feetasfragileasourclay. The jViobe of nations... | |
 | Wilkins Tannehill - 1827 - 354 стор.
...' , The cypress, heaf the "owl, and plod your way • • . «»• O'r steps of broken thronesand temples. Ye! * ,' Whose agonies are evils of a day..., 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1827 - 888 стор.
...anil coutrol In their shut breasts their petty misery. Whai are our woes and sufferance? Come anil see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken throne* aud temples, yt- ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile us... | |
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