 | 1818 - 638 str.
...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 of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn... | |
 | 1818 - 762 str.
...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 - 806 str.
...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... | |
 | 1818 - 574 str.
...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 of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 str.
...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... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 str.
...owl , and plod your way O'er steps of broken tltrones and temples , Ye .' JJ'Jiose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, CJiilciless and crownless , in her voiceless woe; An empty... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 str.
...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 Kiobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An... | |
 | 1822 - 534 str.
...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 of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - 334 str.
...hreasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferanee ? Come and see Whose agonics are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niohe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and erownless, in her voiceless wo ; An empty... | |
 | Louise Swanton-Belloc - 1824 - 400 str.
...la princesse Charlotte mourut. Elle était l'espoir de l'Angleterre : elle anWhose 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 erownless , in her voiceless woe; An einpty... | |
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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... 
