 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 Seiten
...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...and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands,... | |
 | Joshua Horner - 1841 - 162 Seiten
...the soul ! The orphans of the heart must tarn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control , In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our...and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owlf and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day,—... | |
 | sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) - 1841 - 524 Seiten
...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 and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago. The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes... | |
 | Ebenezer Bailey - 1841 - 416 Seiten
...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 we The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ; ye, Whose... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 Seiten
...empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suflerance ? the bones Of merchant-dukes ? the momentary dews Which, sparkl 1ЛМХ. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, * Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ;... | |
 | William Hamilton Maxwell, Hablot Knight Browne - 1842 - 326 Seiten
...pride and 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...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 Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 Seiten
...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...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... | |
 | Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1843 - 570 Seiten
...eleven centuries, submitted too, to the barbarian. •Niebuhr's History of Rome, vol. II. p. 35. " The Niobe of nations ; 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... | |
 | John Heneage Jesse - 1843 - 432 Seiten
...must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead 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 urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes... | |
 | 1843 - 826 Seiten
...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,... | |
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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... 
