 | 1857 - 686 Seiten
...Byron's lines, rebuking the complaints of men, in presence of the ruins of states, are well known : "What are our woes and sufferance? come and see The...O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonice are evils of a day : A world io at our feet, aa fragile as our clay.' These ideas were nearly... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1857 - 416 Seiten
...country 1 city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee. Lone mother of dead empires 1 and control In their shut breasts their petty misery....and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way 0 er steps of broken thrones and temples I ye. Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our... | |
 | Augustus John Cuthbert Hare - 1913 - 800 Seiten
...of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...thrones and temples. Ye Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Nlobe of nations I there she stands Childless... | |
 | James Moffatt - 1913 - 252 Seiten
...hateful bird. " 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...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples . . . ' The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Children and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | Thomas Jefferson McEvoy - 1914 - 168 Seiten
...CANTO THE FOURTH. 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...breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suff ranees? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones... | |
 | John Rutledge Scott - 1915 - 692 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...: 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... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 956 Seiten
...LXXVIII-CLXXXVI LXXVIII Oh Rome, my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, me left. i» THE POPLAR FIELD THE poplars are felled...and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their ! 700 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX The... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 852 Seiten
...(1818) LXXVIII Oh Rome! ray country! city of the soul! 694 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! 700 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe10... | |
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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... 
