 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 - Seite 235von George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1831Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - 374 Seiten
...shout, shout aloud for joy ! " Fear: — "With noiseless foot she treads the marble floor." Grief: — " The Niobe of nations ! there she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe/ " " Oh ! pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! "... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 Seiten
...sigh, a tear, so sweet, he wish'd not to control. 212 THE AMERICAN SPEAKER. 82. DESCRIPTION OF ROME. THE Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless wo ; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago : The Scipios'... | |
 | William Russell - 1846 - 420 Seiten
...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...— 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... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1846 - 310 Seiten
...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 Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 1068 Seiten
...misery. What are our woes and sufferance PCome and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way 0>r steps of broken thrones and temples, ye ! Whose agonies...clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, (1) Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; AD empty" urn within her wither'd hands, Whose... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 848 Seiten
...control lu their .Mint breasts their putty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and sec ` e cvili of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. Ilie Niobo of nations ! there... | |
 | D. L. Carroll - 1846 - 386 Seiten
...which are deaf to every cry save that of an inexorable and fiendish cupidity! Poor, bleeding Africa! ! "The Niobe of nations— there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless wo." Her weeds of mourning have never been laid aside for centuries. Her cheeks have never been free... | |
 | D. L. Carroll - 1846 - 384 Seiten
...are deaf to every cry save that of an inexorable and fiendish cupidity! Poor, bleeding Africa !! " The Niobe of nations — there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless wo." Her weeds of mourning have never been laid aside for centuries. Her cheeks have never been free... | |
 | 1847 - 606 Seiten
...art, and heroic in history. Voice» from her broken arches and her mouldering walls seem to say, " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and columns, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day; A world is at your feel, a? fragile as your clay." Summoned... | |
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