 | 1839 - 536 стор.
...the queen of Europe, the conqueress of the world. — The ' lone mother of dead empires,' " The Niohe 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... | |
 | Diary - 1840 - 616 стор.
...transient gleam from the light of other days—a memory of the past— a dream of former triumphs. D2 ' The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe!' She silently appeals to every heart for sympathy, and awakens a chord of deep and tender feeling in... | |
 | H. M. Melford - 1841 - 466 стор.
...and control, In their shut breast 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. (Byron's Don Juan.) I. To DOUBT, 2. QUESTION. 1. S3e5nmfeln , in S^eifeí äicl;en; 2. bfjtretfcln,... | |
 | Joshua Horner - 1841 - 162 стор.
...breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owlf and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and...feet, as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations I there she stands, Childless and crownless, in the voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered... | |
 | sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) - 1841 - 524 стор.
...still—still—still were all these! still as death! CHAPTER IV. ROME. " Woe uuto us, not her; for she sleeps well." " The Niobe of nations'. there she stands, Childless...urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago. The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 стор.
...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see e more — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 стор.
...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suflerance ? 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. 1ЛМХ. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, * Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ;... | |
 | William Hamilton Maxwell, Hablot Knight Browne - 1842 - 326 стор.
...pomp of human greatness, the fall will only be the more marked and the more miserable. " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er...and temples, ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day. M The Goth, the Christian, Tune, War, Flood, and Fire, Have dealt upon the seven-hilled city's pride... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1843 - 616 стор.
...their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The eypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken...urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter''! long ago ; 246 The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantiess... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 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...and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless... | |
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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... 
