...the more marked and the more miserable. " Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day. M The Goth, the Christian, Tune, War, Flood, and Fire, Have dealt upon the seven-hilled city's pride...

...misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The eypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples ! ye, Whose...crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter''! long ago ; 246 The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now;...

...eleven centuries, submitted too, to the barbarian. •Niebuhr's History of Rome, vol. II. p. 35. " The Niobe of nations ; there she stands, Childless...hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers ;...

...must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless...hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers :...

...mother of dead empires I and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. The Niobe of nations I there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless...hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers :...

...Lone mother of dread empires, and control In their shut breasts their petty misery." » • » « " The Niobe of Nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe, An empty uni within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago." • * » " Dost ihou flow,...

...misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless...

...trellis-work, and their windows and doors being always either square or circular.* THE CITY OF NANKING. ' There she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe : An empty urn within her vrither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago." BYRON. THE poet's apostrophe to fallen Rome...

...giants ; where myriads of the slain have been left to rot and bleach under the torrid sun. CHAPTER II. " The Niobe of nations ! there she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe." Childe Harold, cant. iv. " Quid salvum est si Roma perit ?" S. Hieron. Ep. xi. ad Ageruchiam. WHEN...

...the conquered. 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 Scipios1 tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers :...