...and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones 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 woe ; An empty urn within...

...Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! 80. The Goth, the Christian, Time, War, Flood, and Fire, Have dealt upon the seven-hill'd city's pride ; She saw her glories star by star expire, And up the steep barbarian monarchs...

...Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Pise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! LXXX. The Goth, the Christian, Time , War, Flood, and Fire , Have dealt upon the seven-hill'd city's pride ; She saw her glories star by star expire , And up the steep barbarian monarchs...

...and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a clay — 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 urn within...

...your way O'er steps of broken tltrones and temples , Ye .' JJ'Jiose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, CJiilciless and crownless , in her voiceless woe; An empty urn...

...flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness I Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! The Goth, the Christian, Time, War, Flood, and Fire, Have dealt upon the seven-hilled city's pride; She saw her glories star by star expire, . . And np the steep barbarian monarchs ride, Where the car...

...Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ? LXXX. The Goth, the Christian, Time, War, Flood and Fire, Have dealt upon the seven-hill'd city's pride ; She saw her glories star by star expire, And up the steep barbarian mooarchs...

...plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones 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 woe ; An empty urn within...

...Old Tiher ! through a marhle wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, snd mantle her distress. LXXX. The Goth, the Christian, Time, War, Flood, and Fire, Have dealt upon the seven-hill'd city's pride ; She saw her glorics star hy star expire, And up the steep harharian monareh's...

...Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress. LXXX. The Goth, the christian, time, war, flood, and fire, Have dealt upon the seven-hill'd city's pride; She saw her glories star by star expire, And up the steep barbarian monarchs...