 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...  Blackwood's Magazine - Página 2241818Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1843 - 616 páginas
...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...— 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 - 1843 - 320 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | 1845 - 818 páginas
...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...— 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 K. Neff - 1845 - 642 páginas
...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...— 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 páginas
...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...— 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... | |
 | 1845 - 824 páginas
...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...— 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... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 páginas
...and contrpl 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...— 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... | |
 | Edward Robinson - 1845 - 830 páginas
...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...evils of a day— A world is at our feet, as fragile ae our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe; An... | |
 | 1845 - 816 páginas
...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...evils of a day — A world is at our feet, as fragile ae our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ;... | |
 | Thomas Fisher - 1845 - 240 páginas
...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...and temples, Ye, whose agonies are evils of a day." 121 occasionally concentrate our imagination on the most impressive scenes and eras of human annals.... | |
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