 | Edward Robinson - 1845 - 830 Seiten
...storm, In the same dust and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." "Come nnd Bee The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er...evils of a day— A world is at our feet, as fragile ae our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe; An... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 Seiten
...CVII. Rome. BVRON. O 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...their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance 1 Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,... | |
 | William Russell - 1846 - 420 Seiten
...Borne. — Byron. ' 0 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...— 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
...is gray. ROME. OH 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...misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and sea The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 1068 Seiten
...151 LXXVII1. Oh 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...their petty 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,... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Samuel Eliot - 1849 - 576 Seiten
...preparation in the characteristics of the era we have passed. CHAPTER XI. CONQUEST AND CONDITION OF ITALY. " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples! " BYRON, Childe Harold, IT. 78. "They are no more than links in.tho chain winding round the world."... | |
 | John Murray (Firm), Octavian Blewitt - 1850 - 750 Seiten
...St. Peter's. "Oh Tïomo! my country! city of the soul! 1 The orphans of the heart must turn tothee. Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands,"1 Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1850 - 318 Seiten
...ilead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance 7 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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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... 
