 | William Russell - 1846 - 420 oldal
...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...— 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... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1846 - 310 oldal
...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 1068 oldal
...misery. What are our woes and sufferance PCome and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way 0>r steps of broken thrones and temples, ye ! Whose agonies...our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, (1) Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; AD empty" urn within her wither'd hands,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 880 oldal
...turn to thee. Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty raUcry. What er what the devil possessed* me. 1 stands. * Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose... | |
 | John Murray (Firm), Octavian Blewitt - 1850 - 750 oldal
...turn tothee. 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,"1 Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1850 - 318 oldal
...ilead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance 7 Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your...— 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1851 - 352 oldal
...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,...our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose... | |
 | Ruins - 1852 - 464 oldal
...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 woe; An empty urn... | |
 | Jacob B. Wood - 1852 - 192 oldal
...empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance 1 Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your...— 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... | |
 | William Russell - 1853 - 432 oldal
...empires ! and control In their shut breasts, their petty misery. What are our woes and suffciiance ? — Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your...— 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... | |
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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... 
