 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 strani
...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 a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXX1X. The... | |
 | 1819 - 884 strani
...empires I and controul In their shut breasts 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 strani
...sailing pinions.— Upon such a shrine What are our petty griefs? — let me rot number mine. CVII. Cypress and ivy, weed and wallflower grown Matted...mass'd together , hillocks heap'd On what were chambers , arch crush'd . column strown In fragments , chok'd up vaults , and frescos steep'd In subterranean... | |
 | 1819 - 630 strani
...We can but touch partially upon these awful themes. The Palatine is thus described : — CVII. • Cypress and ivy, weed and wallflower grown Matted...mass'd together, hillocks heap'd On what were chambers, arch crush'd, colnmn strowu In fragments, chok'd up vaults, and frescos steep'd In subterranean damps,... | |
 | John Galt - 1820 - 326 strani
...south of the headland, and in less than a quarter of an hour they were in smooth water. CHAPTER X. Cypress and ivy, weed and wall.flower grown Matted...mass'd together, hillocks heap'd On what were chambers, arch cruih'd, column strown In fragments, chok'd up vaults, and frescos steep'd In subterranean damps,... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 strani
...Fessel mit. — 662 • jfo their shut breasts their petty misery* fVhat are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 strani
...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 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. LXXIX. The... | |
 | 1821 - 746 strani
...empires ! and controul In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Q " & 4 uPꬫ=R ^K#oq@sS 4 y3 -" nmA 讏 CX g {M [ ZQ |iL + a E$ Q ; 3 6NB C ! Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world U at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | 1822 - 534 strani
...shut breasts their 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 , ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - 334 strani
...sailing pinions. — Upon sueh a shrine What are our petty gricfs ? — let me not numher mine. CVIL Cypress and ivy, weed and wallflower grown Matted and mass'd together, hillocks heap'd On what were chamhers, areh erush'd, column strown In fragments, cheated up vaults, and freacos steep'd In suhterranean^damps,... | |
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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... 
