...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...

...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,...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...

...eleven centuries, submitted too, to the barbarian. •Niebuhr's History of Rome, vol. II. p. 35. " The Niobe of nations ; there she stands, Childless...crownless in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now ;...

...must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless...crownless in her voiceless woe : An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now ;...

...Lone mother of dread empires, and control In their shut breasts their petty misery." » • » « " The Niobe of Nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe, An empty uni within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago." • * » " Dost ihou flow,...

...mother of dead empires I and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations I there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe : An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now ;...

...trellis-work, and their windows and doors being always either square or circular.* THE CITY OF NANKING. ' There she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe : An empty urn within her vrither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago." BYRON. THE poet's apostrophe to fallen Rome...

...giants ; where myriads of the slain have been left to rot and bleach under the torrid sun. CHAPTER II. " The Niobe of nations ! there she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe." Childe Harold, cant. iv. " Quid salvum est si Roma perit ?" S. Hieron. Ep. xi. ad Ageruchiam. WHEN...

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...beneath her, and around her, all is a sepulchre,^ where the conqueror is entombed with the conquered. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless wo ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios'...