 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 312 oldal
...our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and cro wnless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 oldal
...roll, A sigh, a tear, so sweet, he wish'd not to control. 212 THE AMERICAN SPEAKER. 82. DESCRIPTION OF ROME. 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'... | |
 | James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - 374 oldal
...shout, shout aloud for joy ! " 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 ! "... | |
 | William Russell - 1846 - 420 oldal
...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 tenantless * Pathos, repose, and solemnity,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 848 oldal
...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... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1846 - 312 oldal
...our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crovvnless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantlcss Of... | |
 | D. L. Carroll - 1846 - 386 oldal
...which 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... | |
 | D. L. Carroll - 1846 - 384 oldal
...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 880 oldal
...temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. rosit video ingenium ; alterius sic Altera posc wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; *... | |
 | 1847 - 540 oldal
...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 in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 19. — While the tree... | |
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