 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 strani
...dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? ? Harold, once more Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The... | |
 | Ebenezer Bailey - 1841 - 416 strani
...and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and we 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 strani
...empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and suflerance ? the bones Of merchant-dukes ? the momentary dews Which, sparkl Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 1ЛМХ. The... | |
 | William Hamilton Maxwell, Hablot Knight Browne - 1842 - 326 strani
...pride and pomp of human greatness, the fall will only be the more marked and the more miserable. " 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. M The Goth, the Christian, Tune, War, Flood, and Fire, Have... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 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 — world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1843 - 616 strani
...their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The eypress, 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... | |
 | Thomas Fisher - 1845 - 240 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." 121 occasionally concentrate our imagination on the most impressive... | |
 | 1845 - 818 strani
...her to the storm, In the same dust and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." " 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... | |
 | Jacob K. Neff - 1845 - 642 strani
...empires ! and control, In their shut breasts, their pithy 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 of... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 492 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. The Niobe... | |
| |
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... 
