 | 1818 - 638 pagine
...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...urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of... | |
 | 1818 - 762 pagine
...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. 79. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and cruwnless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | 1818 - 502 pagine
...O'er step* of broken thrones and temples, ye f Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at your feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations...holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios' tomb contain* no ashes now ; The very seputehrea lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost tbou flow.... | |
 | 1818 - 574 pagine
...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...crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now ;... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1818 - 648 pagine
...again < The Goddess lives in stone and fills The air around with beauty ; and, finally, to Rome. ' The Niobe of Nations ! there she stands, Childless...hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers ;... | |
 | 1818 - 806 pagine
...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. 79. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | 1819 - 884 pagine
...and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a clay — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. , The...voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered hands, \Vhose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 pagine
...temples , Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXX1X. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless...crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; l4... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 pagine
...the owl, and pled 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. LXX1X. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless , in her voiceless woe ; An... | |
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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 way O'er steps of broken thrones and... 
