 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...  Southern Quarterly Review - Pagina 272geredigeerd door - 1844Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1818 - 638 pagina’s
...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 scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios'... | |
 | 1818 - 502 pagina’s
...temples, ye f Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at your 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'... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1818 - 648 pagina’s
...again < The Goddess lives in stone and fills The air around with beauty ; and, finally, to Rome. ' 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 Scipio's... | |
 | 1818 - 574 pagina’s
...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 wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipio's... | |
 | 1818 - 806 pagina’s
...temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 79. 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 Scipio's... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 pagina’s
...Ye ! "Whose agonies are evils of a day^ — . A world is at our feet, as fragile as our clay. LXX1X. 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 Scipios'... | |
 | 1819 - 884 pagina’s
...temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a clay — 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, \Vhose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios... | |
 | 1821 - 444 pagina’s
...spurious. 25 — SEXAGES1MA SUNDAY. See SEPTUAGESIMA, p. 40. * — . 1798. — THE FRENCH ENTERED ROME. 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'... | |
 | 1821 - 746 pagina’s
...crownlcss, in her voiceless woe; An empty urr. within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd ur bosom glow with an elegant delight, at all comparable to that you have it tenantlcss Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise,... | |
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