 | Moyle Sherer - 1825 - 454 страници
...lyre which, from its solemn chords, sends forth a deep melancholy lone that suits the scene: — " The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless,...crownless in her voiceless woe, An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago; . The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now ;... | |
 | Moyle Sherer - 1825 - 454 страници
...the lyre which, from its solemn chords, sends forth a deep melancholy tone that suits the scene : " The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless...crownless in her voiceless woe, An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now ; The... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 страници
...temples, ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless...crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her wither'd hands., Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now;4'... | |
 | 1825 - 504 страници
...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 wo ; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios'... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 170 страници
...temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woes^ An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago; The Scipio's... | |
 | Willard Phillips - 1826 - 194 страници
...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'... | |
 | Wilkins Tannehill - 1827 - 354 страници
...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'... | |
 | 1827 - 590 страници
...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"... | |
 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 страници
...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...hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago , The Scipioa' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers :... | |
 | J[ohn] H[anbury]. Dwyer - 1828 - 314 страници
...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...urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Suipio's tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of... | |
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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... 
