 | 1818 - 638 Seiten
...wrap. All round us ; we but ftel our way to err : The ocean hath his chart, the stars their map, Anil Knowledge spreads them on her ample lap; But Rome is as the desart, where we steer Stumbling o'er recollections : now we chip Our hands, and cry. " Eureka ! "... | |
 | 1818 - 762 Seiten
...every stone. All round us ; we but feel our way to err : The ocean hath his chart, the stars their map, And Knowledge spreads them on her ample lap; But Rome is as the desart, where we steer Stumbling o'er recollectinns ; now we clap Our bands, and cry ' Eureka !' it... | |
 | 1818 - 502 Seiten
...and wrap* All round us ; we but feel our way to err : The Ocean has his chart, the stars their map. And Knowledge spreads them on her ample lap ; But Rome is as the desart, where weitfeer Stumbling o'er recollections • . . We quote Lord Byron's allusion to Buonaparte... | |
 | DAVID WILLISON - 1818 - 572 Seiten
...of her, Night's daughter, Ignorance, hath wrapt and wrap All round us ; we but feel our way to err : And Knowledge spreads them on her ample lap ; But Rome is as the desart, where we steer Stumbling o'er recollections ; now we clap Our hands, and cry, " Eureka ! "... | |
 | 1818 - 806 Seiten
...cverv stone. All round us ; we but feel our way to err : The ocean ham his chart, the stars their map, And Knowledge spreads them on her ample lap ; But Rome is as the desart, where we steer Stumbling o'er recollections ; now we clap Our hands, and cry ' Eureka !' it... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 Seiten
...and wrap All round us, we but feel our way to err : The ocean hath his chart, the stars their map, And Knowledge spreads them on her ample lap; But Rome...cry « Eureka » it is clear — When but some false MIKAC.I; of ruin, rises near. LXXXII. Alas ! the lofty city ! and alas ! The trebly hundred triumphs... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 Seiten
...err : The ocean hath his chart , the stars their map, And Knowledge spreads them on her ample lap 5 But Rome is as the desert, where we steer Stumbling...but some false mirage of ruin rises near. LXXXII. Alas! the lofty city! and alas! The trebly hundred triumphs! 42 and the day \Vhen Brutus made the dagger's... | |
 | 1819 - 884 Seiten
...wrapt and wrap All round us, we but feel our way to err: The ocean hath his chart, the stars their map, And Knowledge spreads them on her ample lap; But Rome is as die desart where we steer Stumbling o'er recollections; now we clap Our hands, and cry, „Eureka!"... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 Seiten
...and wrap All round us; we but feel our way to err: The ocean hath his chart, the stars, their map, And Knowledge spreads them on her ample lap; But Rome...we steer Stumbling o'er recollections; now we clap Ouf Jiands , and cry „Eureka!'* it is clear — fflien but some false mirage of ruin rises near.... | |
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But Rome is as the desert — where we steer Stumbling o'er recollections ; now we clap Our hands, and cry 'Eureka! 
