 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 way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye!  The works, of ... lord Byron - 36. oldalszerző: George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1818 - 638 oldal
...their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,...— 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... | |
 | 1818 - 762 oldal
...their petty misery. What are oar woe< and sutteranee ? Come and ice The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,...day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 79. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and cruwnless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | 1818 - 806 oldal
...their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,...day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 79. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | 1818 - 574 oldal
...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...crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now ;... | |
 | 1819 - 884 oldal
...their petty misery. What are our woei and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken 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... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 oldal
...cypress , hear the owl , and plod your way O'er steps of broken tltrones and temples , Ye .' JJ'Jiose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, CJiilciless and crownless , in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 oldal
...their petty misery. What are our woes and suilerance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Kiobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An... | |
 | 1821 - 746 oldal
...their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod o s $ \ s qts t 6[s Z s q qMs s:s U o sHftq ? U at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownlcss,... | |
 | 1822 - 534 oldal
...petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, bear the owl , and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples...— 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... | |
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