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...how perishing are the mightiest monuments of man's boasting pride ! Tnink — — — " As you j>lod your way, O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,...Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at your feet, as fragile as your clay." You never so fully realize the impression that you are in ancient... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 170 Seiten
...orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breast their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance...stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woes^ An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago; The Scipio's... | |
| Willard Phillips - 1826 - 194 Seiten
...striking passages. Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to tliee, 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 wo ; An empty urn... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 852 Seiten
...Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut brrasls their petty misery. What are our woee and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the...evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile ae our clay. The \ iobc of nations ! there she stands, Childless and rrownlcss, in her voiceless woe;... | |
| George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 Seiten
...ridge we part. 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? Conic and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,... | |
| Wilkins Tannehill - 1827 - 354 Seiten
...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....woes and sufferance? Come and see ' , The cypress, heaf the "owl, and plod your way • • . «»• O'r steps of broken thronesand temples. Ye! * ,'... | |
| George Clinton - 1828 - 888 Seiten
...apostrophe : 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...— 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... | |
| J[ohn] H[anbury]. Dwyer - 1828 - 314 Seiten
...is grayROME. OH Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must (urn 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 urn... | |
| Wilhelm Mueller - 1830 - 444 Seiten
...of the eool! The orphans of the heart mast tarn to Hire, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod jour way O'er steps of broken throne« and temples, ye! *J 9ÍUCÍ) Xireiter'S Ueberfe$ung im jweiten... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 290 Seiten
...part. LXXV1II. 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... | |
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