...temples. Ye f 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 within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios' tomb...

...triumvirate. In 53 iC, ho perished, with a great part of his army, in an expedition against the Parthians. 2. The Niobe * of nations ! there she stands. Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Who.-e holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios* t...

...imperial Rome, the ' lonely mother of dead empires," in the language of a British lord and bard : " The Niobe of nations — there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty 'urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago, " And will not the...

...crownless ' Niobe of Nations,' as Byron calls her." " I know," said Bob, " I say it at school : — ' The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless, and crownless in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withcr'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago.' " " Yes, Bob; and...

...ye, Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet, as fragile as our clay. The Ni'o-bc of nations ! 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 Scipios' tomb...

...I ye. Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Xiobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An emp;y urn wiihin her wither'dh:mds, AVhose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios' tomb...

...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 within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago : The Scipios' tomb...

...and temples, ye, Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet, as fragile as our clay. The Ni'o-be of nations ! there she stands Childless and crownless in her voiceless woo ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago : The Scipios'...

...temples, Ye ! AVhose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. sense of the word ; but though he distinguished himself greatly in battle, he had not th ; An empty urn within her withcr'd hands, Whose holy dust was scattcr'd long ago ; The Scipios' tomb...

...capital, have lain crumbling for many centuries. Turn toward the south, and let us begin in due form : "The Niobe of nations! 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 Scipios' tomb...