 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 356 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. LXXVI. LXXIX.... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 982 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 — Л world is at our feet as fragile as oar clay. LXXIX. The... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1837 - 352 strani
...empires ! and control In their shut hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of hroken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile... | |
 | 1837 - 578 strani
...have labored for many years, ' silent and alone,' amid these massive fragments of ancient greatness. ' Cypress and ivy, weed and wall-flower grown, Matted and mass'd together, hillocks neap'd On what were chambers, arch-crush'd columns slrown In fragments, chok'd-up vaults and frescos... | |
 | 1871 - 608 strani
...empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. \\hat 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 I "Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. ***** ' Arches... | |
 | Marguerite Countess of Blessington - 1839 - 376 strani
...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." These beautiful... | |
 | Rembrandt Peale - 1839 - 276 strani
...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. The Niobe... | |
 | Marguerite Gardiner (countess of Blessington.) - 1839 - 580 strani
...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." These beautiful... | |
 | 1839 - 914 strani
...dungeon ! 1839.] THE PILGRIM AMID THE RUINS OF ROME. BY JOHN C. M'CABE. "Come and see The cyprès», he« 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 aa our clay. Childe Harald.... | |
 | H. M. Melford - 1841 - 466 strani
...dead empires! and control, In their shut breast 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. (Byron's Don... | |
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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... 
