...came it not also (like my own) out of Heaven ? Sunt lachrymce rerum, et mentem mortalia tangunt. Oh, is there a man's heart that thinks, without pity,...years of slow-wasting ignominy; — of thy Birth, soft-cradled in Imperial Schonbrunn, the winds of heaven not to visit thy face too roughly, thy foot...

...Beautiful, high-born, that wert so foully hurled low. Sunt lachrymae rerum, et mentem mortalia tangunt. Oh ! is there a man's heart that thinks without pity of...and years of slow-wasting ignominy ; of thy birth, soft cradled in imperial Schünbrunn, the winds of heaven not to visit thy face too roughly, thy foot...

...came it not also (like my own) out of Heaven ? Sunt lachrynue rerum, et mentem mortalia tangunt. Oh, is there a man's heart that thinks, without pity,...years of slow-wasting ignominy ; — of thy Birth, soft-cradled in Imperial Schonbrunn, the winds of heaven not to visit thy face too roughly, thy foot...

...long months and years of slow-wasting ignominy; — of thy Birth, soft-cradled in Imperial Sfhonbrunn, the winds of heaven not to visit thy face too roughly, thy foot to light on soflness, thy eye on splendour ; and then of thy Death or hundred Deaths, to which the Guillotine and...

...being, placed in authority, and entrusted with the government of mankind, Hume. As a Queen-Martyr. Is there a man's heart that thinks without pity of...ignominy ; of thy birth, self-cradled in imperial Schb'nbrunn, the winds of heaven not to visit thy face too roughly, thy foot to light on softness,...

...came it not also (like my own) out of Heaven ? Sunt lachrymcB rerum, et mentem mortalia tangunt. Oh, is there a man's heart that thinks, without pity,...and years of slow-wasting ignominy ;—of thy birth, soft-cradled in Imperial Schonbrunn, the winds of heaven not to visit thy face too roughly, thy foot...

...came it not also (like my own) out of Heaven? Sunt lachrymce rentm, et mentem mortaUa tanyunt. Oh, is there a man's heart that thinks, without pity, of those long months and years of slow-wasted igr.ominy; — of thy birth, soft-cradled in Imperial Schonbrunn, the winds of heaven not...

...showed it to the people, amid universal long-continued cries of Vive la Heprtbliqite." THE SAME SUBJECT. Is there a man's heart that thinks without pity of those long months and years of slow, wasting ignominy ; of thy birth, soft cradled in imperial SchSnbrunn, the winds of heaven not...

...Tinville's is dark, ill-lighted except where she stands. Silently she withdraws from it, to die. . . . Is there a man's heart that thinks without pity of those long months and years of slow, wasting ignominy; of thy birth, soft cradled in imperial Schdnbrunn, the winds of heaven not...

...Tinville'sis dark, ill-lighted except where she stands. Silently she withdraws from it, to die. . . . Is there a man's heart that thinks without pity of those long months and years of slow, wasting ignominy ; of thy birth, soft cradled in imperial Schonbrunn, the winds of heaven not...