 | John Rutledge Scott - 1915 - 694 Seiten
...TENDING TO EXPULSIVE. 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...Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your w>y O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day: A world is at our... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 952 Seiten
...to thee, Lone mother of dead empires, and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What nre How say 'at thou now ? These are Clan-Alpine's warriors r» Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX The Niobe... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 858 Seiten
...see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! 700 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX The Niobe10 of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, iu her voiceless woe, An empty urn within... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 806 Seiten
...FROM CANTO IV 0 Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, H ;0 702 The Niobe1 of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 828 Seiten
...ROME: FROM CANTO IV 0 Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, ir wisdom by their rage of will; Their treasure ...mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the w 702 The Niobe l of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
 | 1916 - 792 Seiten
...FROM CANTO IV 0 Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, e ; In your sweet hearts well may it prove ! 5 Lo,...(1558?-: 597?) FAREWELL TO ARMS His golden locks time clay-702 The Niobe l of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ;... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 530 Seiten
...of Italy! ROME O Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, 695 Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their...way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! 700 Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | George Benjamin Woods - 1916 - 1604 Seiten
...is gray. 95 78 Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, osed to love." Aloud she shrieked ! for Hermes cypress,1 hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 944 Seiten
...see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! 700 and overlook the precipice of years that separates The Nfobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; 704 An empty... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 924 Seiten
...see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! 700 ites of fiery termagants in flame Mount up, and take a salamander's name. Sof day. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; 7<H An... | |
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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... 
