 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...  Dial of the Seasons: Or A Portraiture of Nature ... - Sida 121efter Thomas Fisher - 1845 - 217 sidorObegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
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...of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless... | |
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...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are oar woe< and sutteranee ? Come and ice The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er...and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 79. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless... | |
 | 1818 - 806 sidor
...us a translation of an EJegy, by William Augustus Schle, 78. Oh Rome! my country! city of the'soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother...and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 79. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless... | |
 | 1818 - 574 sidor
...of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are...and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. "The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 sidor
...without wounding the touch'd heart, Yet fare thee well — upon Socrate's ridge we part. LXXVIII. Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of...and temples , Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXX1X. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands,... | |
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...Lone mother of dead empires I and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woei and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the...thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a clay — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. , The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 sidor
...petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress , hear the owl, and pled your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! "Whose agonies are evils of a day^ — . A world is at our feet, as fragile as our clay. LXX1X. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands,... | |
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...of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and controul )+ A) | )4/ y p 72 PX 9V7 r W +7 / : l : 0 帉...3 6NB C !02 b`q10̕ ޞ= 4 9 S tf \ 8 {' Y — A world U at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 sidor
...empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suilerance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your...and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Kiobe of nations ! there she stands,... | |
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