...blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." "Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,...evils of a day — A world is at our feet, as fragile ae our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ;...

...blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form." "Come nnd Bee The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples,...evils of a day— A world is at our feet, as fragile ae our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe; An...

...be), This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee ! MOOBE. ROME. 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 ;...

...their petty 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." 121 occasionally concentrate our imagination on the most impressive scenes and eras of human annals....

...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 ! "...

...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'...

...petty 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,...— 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...

...misery. What are our woes and sufferance PCome and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way 0>r steps of broken thrones and temples, ye ! Whose agonies...— 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 ;...

...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...

...their putty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and sec The cypress, hear the owl, and plod cvili of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. Ilie Niobo of nations ! there...