...that enchant, Refinement•s self is seen in TANKEBVILLE." CHAPTER IV. THE WANDERER•S REVERIE. " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O•er steps of broken thrones and temples ! * * * » * Cypress and ivy, weed and wall-flower, grown, Matted, and massed together, hillocks heaped...

...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,...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXVI. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Q) Childless and crownless, in her voiceless...

...thee. Lone mother of dead empires! and control Tn their shut breasts their putty misery. Л¥Ьа1 are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress,...— 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 woe; An...

...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,...and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as oar clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations! there she stands,(l)...

...touching effect, what mournful grace, does it throw over the architectural remains of ancient Rome ! • " come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples." " Cypress and ivy, weed and wall-flower grown Matted and mass'd together, hillocks heap'd On what were...

...empires ! and control In their shut hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of hroken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile...

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...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,...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless wo — * * * * *...

...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,...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay." These beautiful lines embody the sentiment, with which every feeling mind must contemplate Rome. I...

...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,...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay." These beautiful lines embody the sentiment with which every feeling mind must contemplate Rome. I experienced...