 | George Macaulay Trevelyan - 1911 - 272 strani
...empires I 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 Macneile Dixon - 1911 - 792 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 ! 700 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX... | |
 | 1911 - 784 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. LXXIX. The... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1911 - 184 strani
...aware of the fullness of some of the finest passages of Shakespeare." 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! 700 Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1911 - 252 strani
...empires 1 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. LXXIX The... | |
 | Robert Porter St. John - 1911 - 268 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 ! TOO Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX... | |
 | Irvah Lester Winter - 1912 - 454 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... | |
 | James Moffatt - 1913 - 252 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 . . . ' The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Children and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1913 - 274 strani
...sailing pinions. — Upon such a shrine What are our petty griefs? — let me not number mine. cvn 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, choked-up vaults and frescoes steep'd In subterranean 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... 
