 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 358 Seiten
...petty misery. "What are onr woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod yonr way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye!..."Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at onr feet as fragile as onr clay. Lxx1x. The Niobe of Nation's! there she stands. Childless and crowuless,... | |
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - 356 Seiten
...such a birth ! 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." Childe Harold, canto iv. st 152 and 78. THIS fine view of Rome, taken from above the Porte di Santo... | |
 | William Brockedon - 1833 - 332 Seiten
...sueh a birth ! 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." Childe Harold, canto iv. st 152 and 78. THIS fine view of Rome, taken from above the Porta di Santo... | |
 | 1833 - 588 Seiten
...Oh, Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mi-Hi 1 ' of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts...— 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... | |
 | Leitch Ritchie - 1834 - 352 Seiten
...that enchant, Refinement•s self is seen in TANKEBVILLE." CHAPTER IV. THE WANDERER•S REVERIE. " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O•er steps of broken thrones and temples ! * * * » * Cypress and ivy, weed and wall-flower, grown, Matted, and massed together, hillocks heaped... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 356 Seiten
...part. LXXVIII. 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. LXXVI. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Q) Childless and crownless, in her voiceless... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1837 - 356 Seiten
...part. LXXVIII. 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. I 1 [Lord Byron's prepossession against Horace is not without a parallel. It was not till released... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 480 Seiten
...thee. Lone mother of dead empires! and control Tn their shut breasts their putty misery. Л¥Ьа1 are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress,...as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations! there she stands,(1) Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 982 Seiten
...we part. LXXVIII. 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...and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as oar clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations! there she stands,(l)... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1837 - 352 Seiten
...woes and sufferanee ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of hroken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils...a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our elay. Lxxvl. LxxIx. The Niohe of nations ! there she stands, l Childless and crownless, in her voiceless... | |
| |
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... 
