 | 1818 - 638 strani
...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 day —...stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios'... | |
 | 1818 - 762 strani
...sutteranee ? Come and ice The cypress, hear the owl, and plod 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. 79. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and cruwnless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | 1818 - 574 strani
...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 day —...stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipio's... | |
 | 1818 - 806 strani
...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 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 - 502 strani
...O'er step* of broken thrones and temples, ye f Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at your feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations...stands. Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands. Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios'... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1818 - 648 strani
...again < The Goddess lives in stone and fills The air around with beauty ; and, finally, to Rome. ' The Niobe of Nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipio's... | |
 | 1819 - 884 strani
...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...stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered hands, \Vhose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 strani
...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 day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXX1X. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 strani
...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, Childless and crownless , in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands , Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios'... | |
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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 ! Whose agonies are evils of... 
