 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 strani
...dead 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 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... | |
 | 1845 - 816 strani
...imperial,'bows her to the storm, In the same dual 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 ae our clay. The Niobe... | |
 | 1845 - 824 strani
...the storm, In the same dust and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." "Come find 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... | |
 | Edward Robinson - 1845 - 830 strani
...storm, In the same dust and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." "Come nnd Bee 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 ae our clay. The Niobe of... | |
 | Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - 540 strani
...us thou dost impart : We ask one blessing more, 0 Lord — a thankful heart. TRENCH. RUINS. CTPRESS and ivy, weed and wallflower grown Matted and mass'd together, hillocks heap'd On what were chambers, arch crush'd, column strown In fragments, chok'd-up vaults, and frescoes steep'd In subterranean damps,... | |
 | William Russell - 1846 - 420 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... | |
 | William Ingraham Kip - 1846 - 478 strani
...mass of crumbling desolation is a scene of confusion on which the antiquarian speculates in vain. " Cypress and ivy, weed and wall-flower grown Matted...mass'd together, hillocks heap'd On what were chambers, arch erush'J, columns strown In fragments, choked-up vaults, and frescoes steep'd In subterranean damps,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 848 strani
...control lu their .Mint breasts their putty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and sec ` e ye ! Whose agonies are cvili of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. Ilie... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1846 - 310 strani
...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 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 Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 880 strani
...empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty raUcry. What are our woes and sufferance ? e. 1 Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The... | |
| |
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... 
