...temples, Ye! Whose 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...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;...

...nations! there she stands, Childless and crowniess, 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 their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness?...

...was scattered long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves and mantle her distress.' With Rome, the Canto is chiefly occupied, and here the pilgrimage has its^bourn. Lord Byron has judged...

...are evils of a day—* A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. her distress ! 79. The Xiobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty um within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was seatter'd long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no...

...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; Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, The Scipio's tomb contains...

...temples, 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...hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; l4 The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers:...

...was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantlcss Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber...Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! This may not be the very purest of all styles of poetry, (though we confess our perceptions are not...

...temples, Ye ! Whose 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...crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Sripios' tomb contains no ashes now ;...

...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 wo ; An emply urn within her whher'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago; The Scipios' tomb...

...temples, ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — V. world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless...crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her "withered hands, Who'e holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now;...