 | Vida Dutton Scudder - 1919 - 572 Seiten
...part. LXXVIII. Oh Eome, my country ! city of the soul ! 6!t The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires, and control In their...and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way 700 O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is... | |
 | Joseph Albert Mosher - 1920 - 308 Seiten
...ROME'S DOWNFALL 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...way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn... | |
 | Jay Broadus Hubbell, John Owen Beaty - 1923 - 566 Seiten
...latter poem : 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... | |
 | George Roy Elliott, Norman Foerster - 1923 - 864 Seiten
...Freedom LXXVIII Oh 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. LXXIX The Niobe... | |
 | Joseph Albert Mosher - 1920 - 668 Seiten
...ROME'S DOWNFALL 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. VOICE QUALITY 101 The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless... | |
 | Harry Morgan Ayres, Frederick Morgan Padelford - 1924 - 942 Seiten
...orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breast dire constraint of pain, or rage Of sickness felt...propped, limbs, body, and pale face, Upon a long gray The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1910 - 966 Seiten
...must turn to tnee, [trol In their shut breast their petty misery.. What are our woes and sufferance 1 , 1 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1924 - 486 Seiten
...! and conIn their shut breast their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance 1 Come and se« The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye 1 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The N iobe of... | |
 | William Joseph Long - 1925 - 844 Seiten
...IV. ROME Oh, Rome ! my country ! city of the soul I The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, 20 Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their...way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, — Ye ! 25 Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe1... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1926 - 928 Seiten
...FROM CANTO IV О Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, h, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love..."offspring 4 remains 'conception, thought XXX When 70 2 The Niobe l of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
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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... 
