 | Rebecca Hey - 1837 - 386 стор.
...what mournful grace, does it throw over the architectural remains of ancient Rome ! • " come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples." " Cypress and ivy, weed and wall-flower grown Matted and mass'd together, hillocks heap'd On what were... | |
 | 1839 - 536 стор.
...Italy, the queen of Europe, the conqueress of the world. — The ' lone mother of dead empires,' " The Niobe of nations ! There she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe !" Time has been, that her senators were princes of the earth ; that pleading nations came to receive... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1837 - 352 стор.
...and control In their shut hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of hroken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile... | |
 | 1871 - 608 стор.
...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. \\hat 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 I "Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. ***** ' Arches... | |
 | Rembrandt Peale - 1839 - 276 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...she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless wo — * * * * * * The Goth, the Christian, Time, War, Flood, and Fire, Have dealt upon the seven-hilled... | |
 | Marguerite Gardiner (countess of Blessington.) - 1839 - 580 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." These beautiful lines embody the sentiment, with which every feeling mind must contemplate Rome. I... | |
 | Marguerite Countess of Blessington - 1839 - 340 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." These beautiful lines embody the sentiment, with which every feeling mind must contemplate Rome; I... | |
 | 1839 - 914 стор.
...dungeon ! 1839.] THE PILGRIM AMID THE RUINS OF ROME. BY JOHN C. M'CABE. "Come and see The cyprès», he« the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones...evils of a day — A world is at our feet, as fragile aa our clay. Childe Harald. 1 am no longer now the artless child, Plucking wild flowers, singing boyhood's... | |
 | Edward Robinson - 1839 - 1050 стор.
...Italy, the queen of Europe, the conqueress of the world. — The ' lone mother of dead empires,' " The Niobe of nations ! There she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe !" Time has been, that her senators were princes of the earth ; that pleading nations came to receive... | |
 | 1839 - 542 стор.
...Italy, the queen of Europe, the conqueress of the world. — The ' lone mother of dead empires,' " The Niobe of nations ! There she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe !" Time has been, that her senators were princes of the earth ; that -pleading nations came to receive... | |
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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... 
