 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
 | 1827 - 590 стор.
...with all this magnificence. Byron personifies Rome as the " lone mother of dead empires," and says The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless. in her voiceless wo ; An empty nrn within her wither'd hands, — and calls upon mortals to restrain their " petty misery"... | |
 | J[ohn] H[anbury]. Dwyer - 1828 - 314 стор.
...(urn 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 woe ; An empty urn... | |
 | Eliza Robbins - 1828 - 408 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... | |
 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 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 woe; An empty urn... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1828 - 780 стор.
...Whose agonies are eviU of ad:iy ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXX1X. The Jiiohf of nations! there she stands. Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An emply urn wirhin her vitherd hands, Whose holy dust was seatter'il Inn;; ago; The Scipios tomb contains... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828 - 780 стор.
...empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance? Come anil see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of brokeii thrones and temples, ye Whose .iconics arc evils of a day! — Л world is at our fei'l as... | |
 | Wilhelm Mueller - 1830 - 444 стор.
...to Hire, 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 plod jour way O'er steps of broken throne« and temples, ye! *J 9ÍUCÍ) Xireiter'S Ueberfe$ung im jweiten... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 290 стор.
...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and sea 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 358 стор.
...thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. "What are onr woes and sufferance ? 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... | |
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - 356 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." Childe Harold, canto iv. st 152 and 78. THIS fine view of Rome, taken from above the Porte di Santo... | |
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