 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...  The Quarterly Review - الصفحة 3721871عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 378
...! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come smd see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er...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 woe; An... | |
 | Marcius Willson - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 894
...control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and ftee The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way o'er...day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay." Childe Harold. a. Pronounced Bo-lone-ya, Redg*-yo, Pe-a-chea'-u. CHAPTER IX. THE MIDDLE AGES • ANALYSIS.... | |
 | Henry Maney - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 354
...tarn 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,...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ! Te Whose agonies are evils of a day, A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - عدد الصفحات: 852
...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,...way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! 700 Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX The... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - عدد الصفحات: 956
...turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires, and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What hispering sound of the cool colonnade The winds play...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... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - عدد الصفحات: 952
...to thee, Lone mother of dead empires, and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What nre How say 'at thou now ? These are Clan-Alpine's warriors r» Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX The Niobe... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - عدد الصفحات: 858
...see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! 700 + LXXIX The Niobe10 of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, iu her voiceless woe, An empty... | |
 | John Rutledge Scott - 1915 - عدد الصفحات: 694
...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 w>y O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day: A world is at our... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - عدد الصفحات: 806
...turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What hews 702 The Niobe1 of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - عدد الصفحات: 828
...turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What " 1916 Not one, but all mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the w 702 The Niobe l of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
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