...LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, (1) Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; AD empty" urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust...long ago ; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; (2) The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost Ihou flow, Old Tiber! through...

...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 contains no ashes now...

...Whose agonies are cvili of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. Ilie Niobo b withcr'd hands, Whose huly dust was scatter' d long ago ; Tne Scipios1 I omb contains no ashes now;41...

...this would be despoiled of its noble dust, and turned into a common show-place ! " The Scipios' lomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers." In the same vineyard is a large Columbarium, a place where were deposited urns filled with the ashes...

...are deaf to every cry save that of an inexorable and fiendish cupidity! Poor, bleeding Africa! ! "The Niobe of nations— there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless wo." Her weeds of mourning have never been laid aside for centuries. Her cheeks have never been free...

...deaf to every cry save that of an inexorable and fiendish cupidity! Poor, bleeding Africa !! " The Niobe of nations — there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless wo." Her weeds of mourning have never been laid aside for centuries. Her cheeks have never been free...

...Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The t video ingenium ; alterius sic Altera posc flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress....

...expires, Will add to theirs a name of fear, That tyranny will quake to hear ! BYRON'S Giaour. 18. The Niobe of Nations ! there she stands, Childless and...wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 19. — While the tree Of freedom's wither'd trunk puts forth a leaf, Even for...

...Will add to theirs a name of fear, That tyranny will quake to hear ! BYRON'S Giaour. 18. The Niohe of Nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless...wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 19. — While the tree Of freedom's wither'd trunk puts forth a leaf, Even for...

...shout aloud for ]oy ! " Fear : — " With noiseless foot she treads the marble floor." Grief: — " The Niobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe .' " " Oh ! pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers...