...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 Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantlcsa *) 91лф S r eu et '« Uebetfefcung...

...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 ;...

...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...

...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'...

...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'...

...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'...

...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...

...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'...

...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"...

...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 :...