...empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What arc our woes and sufferance? Come anil see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of brokeii thrones and temples, ye Whose .iconics arc evils of a day! — Л world is at our fei'l as...

...brightly on the unprepared mind. The beam pours iu, for lime and skill will couch tin blind. CXXVIII. Arches on arches! as it were that Rome, Collecting the chief trophies (if her line, \\ mild build up all her triumphs in one dome. Her Coliseum stands; llie moon-beams shine...

...to Hire, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod jour way O'er steps of broken throne« and temples, ye! *J 9ÍUCÍ) Xireiter'S Ueberfe$ung im jweiten...

...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and sea The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er...— 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...

...thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. "What are onr woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod yonr way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! "Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world...

...turn to thec, 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, LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, 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,...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An...

...to thee, Lone mi-Hi 1 ' 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 ; An empty...

...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." Childe Harold, canto iv. st 152 and 78. THIS fine view of Rome, taken from above the Porte di Santo...

...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." Childe Harold, canto iv. st 152 and 78. THIS fine view of Rome, taken from above the Porta di Santo...