 | Jacob B. Wood - 1852 - 192 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 and crownless, in her voiceless wo ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipio's... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1853 - 492 oldal
...fires, and a spell that charms, I guide them to victory !" PlBCIvAl. LESSON CCXXVII. ROME. 1. TH« +Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and...The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchers are tenantless Of their heroic dwellers ; dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness?... | |
 | James Henry - 1853 - 616 oldal
...must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut hreasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands Childless...withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long- ago." Childe Harold's Pilgrim. IV. 78 4- 79. Pity, that Lord Byron was not equal to sustain this unusually... | |
 | James Henry - 1853 - 626 oldal
...thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Kiobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crownless,...withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ag'o." Ch il,lc IfaroMs PUgrtm. IV. 78 4- 79. Pity, that Lord Byron was not equal to sustain this unusually... | |
 | James Henry - 1853 - 626 oldal
...their shut breasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crowuless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago." Childe Harold's file/rim. IV. 78 4- 79. Pity, that Lord Byron was not equal to sustain this unusually... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1853 - 502 oldal
...and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at onr feet as fragile as onr clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands,* ' Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty nrn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dnst was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios' tomb contains... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 oldal
...temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. HOME. 37 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 Seipios' tomb contains no ashes now ;... | |
 | Henry Maney - 1854 - 354 oldal
...at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! There she stands Childless and crownlcss in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago." Again crossing the Tiber, by the " Ponte Molle," built upon the foundation of the ancient "Pons Milvius,"... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 oldal
...temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A, world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. Ũ wo, An empty urn, within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipio's... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 378 oldal
...day—- A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, 1 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' tomb contains no ashes now f The... | |
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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... 
