...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'...

...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...The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchers lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness...

...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...

...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*...

...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;...

...its native seats. But there stands Africa still, the " Niobe of Nations," in her voiceless woe — " An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago." How shall her countless millions be reached by Christian civilization ? Upon this point allow me to...

...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'...

...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'...

...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 time come when the Crystal Palace, like the Coliseum, shall be a shapeless pile of...

...temples, Ye ! AVhose 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 woe ; An empty urn within her withcr'd hands, Whose holy dust was scattcr'd long ago ; The Scipios'...