...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 wo ; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios'...

...at our feetasfragileasourclay. The jViobe of nations ! there she stands. Childless and crown less, n. Therefore, to gnard her dearest work, Lest angels...lightning lurk Within those once celestial eyes. flow. Old Tiber! through a marble-wilderness? Kise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress...

...our feet as fragile ae our clay. The \ iobc of nations ! there she stands, Childless and rrownlcss, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her wither'd...sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thon flow, Old Tiber! through a marble- wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress!...

...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 wo ; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios'...

...our clay. «, The Niobe of nations ! there she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless wo; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy...tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tcnantless Of their heroic dwellers. ChildeHar. C./F.78. According to the generally received opinion,...

...with all this magnificence. Byron personifies Rome as the " lone mother of dead empires," and says The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless. in her voiceless wo ; An empty nrn within her wither'd hands, — and calls upon mortals to restrain their " petty misery"...

...Mnemosyne. GEORGE LORD BYRON. BORN IN LONDON 1788— DIED AT MISSOLONCH! 1824. DESCRIPTION OF ROME. An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy...lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress....

...Whose .iconics arc evils of a day! — Л world is at our fei'l as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and...urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scattcr'd long ago; The Scipins' tomb contains no ashes now; 4' The very sepulchres lie tcnantless...

...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 Scipioa' tomb contains no ashes now; The...

...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 scatter'd long ago ; The Suipio's tomb contains no ashes now ;...