 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
 | 1843 - 826 стор.
...Lone mother of dread empires, and control In their shut breasts their petty misery." » • » « " The Niobe of Nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe, An empty uni within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago." • * » " Dost ihou flow,... | |
 | John Heneage Jesse - 1843 - 424 стор.
...mother of dead empires I and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations I there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe : An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now ;... | |
 | Thomas Allom, George Newenham Wright - 1843 - 372 стор.
...trellis-work, and their windows and doors being always either square or circular.* THE CITY OF NANKING. ' There she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe : An empty urn within her vrither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago." BYRON. THE poet's apostrophe to fallen Rome... | |
 | John Miley - 1843 - 382 стор.
...giants ; where myriads of the slain have been left to rot and bleach under the torrid sun. CHAPTER II. " The Niobe of nations ! there she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe." Childe Harold, cant. iv. " Quid salvum est si Roma perit ?" S. Hieron. Ep. xi. ad Ageruchiam. WHEN... | |
 | Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1844 - 564 стор.
...beneath her, and around her, all is a sepulchre,^ where the conqueror is entombed with the conquered. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless wo ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios'... | |
 | Jacob K. Neff - 1845 - 642 стор.
...to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control, In their shut breasts, their pithy 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... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 492 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... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 стор.
...turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and contrpl 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... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 стор.
...dead empires! 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...— 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... | |
 | 1845 - 818 стор.
...her to the storm, In the same dust and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your...— 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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