 | 1850 - 418 頁
...sc« The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones nnd temples. Yet Wliuse agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. "The Niobo of nations! there she stands. Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn... | |
 | Ruins - 1852 - 464 頁
...once she was : — "Oh 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...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. "The Niobe of nations ! there she stands. Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn... | |
 | Jacob B. Wood - 1852 - 192 頁
...fallen 1" *' Oh 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...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,... | |
 | John Murray (Firm), Octavian Blewitt - 1853 - 362 頁
...country ! city of the soul 1 The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires I and control In their shut breasts their petty misery....your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples I ye, Whose agonies are evils of a day — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1853 - 502 頁
...petty misery. What are onr woes and snfferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod yonr way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at onr feet as fragile as onr clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands,* ' Childless and crownless,... | |
 | William Russell - 1853 - 432 頁
...Rome. — Byron. " O 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...breasts, their petty misery. What are our woes and suffciiance ? — Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones... | |
 | Samuel Eliot - 1853 - 440 頁
...INCREASE AC 499-137. CONTINUED. VOL. II. «..!- -Jl BOOK III. CONTINUED. CHAPTER XVI. CONQUEST OP ITALY. " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples! " BYRON, Childe Harold, iv. 78. " They are no more than links in the chain winding round the world."... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 頁
...part. LXXVIII. Oh Borne ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thce, wo, An empty urn, within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipio's... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 頁
...Canto IV. EOME. OH Home ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. HOME. 37 The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An... | |
 | Henry Maney - 1854 - 354 頁
...St. Peter's " Oh I Rome ! my country! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must tarn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their...your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ! Te Whose agonies are evils of a day, A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of... | |
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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 your... 
