 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...  Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt. (Harrow ed.). - Էջ 120George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 492 էջ
...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 way O'er...crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now; The... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 էջ
...and contrpl In 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...crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago. The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; The... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 312 էջ
...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 way O'er...Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and cro wnless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd... | |
 | Edward Robinson - 1845 - 830 էջ
...storm, In the same 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...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 - 816 էջ
...storm, In the same 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...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 ;... | |
 | Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - 540 էջ
...be), This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee ! MOOBE. ROME. THE Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless...urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of... | |
 | Thomas Fisher - 1845 - 240 էջ
...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 way O'er...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.... | |
 | Joel Tyler Headley - 1845 - 240 էջ
...paused, and turning toward the city, now dim in the smoky distance, bade it a long, last farewell. • " There she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe, An empty urn within her withered hands Whose holy dust was scattered long ago." Stopping to breakfast, about 12 o'clock, at... | |
 | James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - 374 էջ
...shout, shout aloud for joy ! " Fear: — "With noiseless foot she treads the marble floor." Grief: — " The Niobe of nations ! there she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe/ " " Oh ! pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! "... | |
 | Pierre Lebrocquy - 1845 - 530 էջ
...Lone mnther of dead empires ! What are our wxs and su/ferance ? Corne and see A world is at our feel as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and erownless, in her veiaeltss wo» ; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dusl tvas scatter... | |
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