 | 1839 - 914 pages
...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...evils of a day — A world is at our feet, as fragile aa our clay. Childe Harald. 1 am no longer now the artless child, Plucking wild flowers, singing boyhood's... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 pages
...orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts unfold The star which rises o'er her steep, nor climb? Harold, once more — Л world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands,... | |
 | Ebenezer Bailey - 1841 - 416 pages
...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...— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless wo; An empty urn... | |
 | Joshua Horner - 1841 - 162 pages
...orphans of the heart must tarn 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 owlf and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day,—... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 pages
...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 1ЛМХ. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, * Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ;... | |
 | William Hamilton Maxwell, Hablot Knight Browne - 1842 - 326 pages
...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...and temples, ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day. M The Goth, the Christian, Tune, War, Flood, and Fire, Have dealt upon the seven-hilled city's pride... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 pages
...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...and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1843 - 616 pages
...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 eypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ! ye, Whose agonies... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 pages
...orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and contrpl In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance?...— 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... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 492 pages
...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...— 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... | |
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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... 
