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... Southern Literary Messenger - Σελίδα 1461839Πλήρης προβολή - Σχετικά με αυτό το βιβλίο
| John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 492 σελίδες
...shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones...evils of a day — 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;... | |
| William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 σελίδες
...their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones...evils of a day — 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... | |
| 1845 - 816 σελίδες
...dual and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." "Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones...evils of a day — A world is at our feet, as fragile ae our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ;... | |
| Jacob K. Neff - 1845 - 642 σελίδες
...shut breasts, their pithy misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones...evils of a day — 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,... | |
| Edward Robinson - 1845 - 830 σελίδες
...dust and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." "Come nnd Bee The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones...evils of a day— A world is at our feet, as fragile ae our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe; An... | |
| 1845 - 818 σελίδες
...dust and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones...evils of a day — 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 ;... | |
| Thomas Fisher - 1845 - 240 σελίδες
...shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ! Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones...and temples, Ye, whose agonies are evils of a day." 121 occasionally concentrate our imagination on the most impressive scenes and eras of human annals.... | |
| William Russell - 1846 - 420 σελίδες
...breasts, their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? — Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones...evils of a day : — 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... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 1068 σελίδες
...misery. What are our woes and sufferance PCome and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way 0>r steps of broken thrones and temples, ye ! Whose agonies...evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, (1) Childless and crownless, in her voiceless... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 848 σελίδες
....Mint breasts their putty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and sec The cypress, hear cvili of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. Ilie Niobo of nations ! there... | |
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