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Six lusty sons, six daughters fair they were, And killed all, only for saying this, [Leto but two, and she did many bear.] 580By Phœbus they, and these by Artemis, The Goddess Leto’s daughter and her son. Nine days and nights they lay unburied; For Jove had chang’d the people into stone, And then the Gods with earth them covered. 585Yet Niobe, when she had weeping done, Received food; and now doth somewhere lie I’ th’ wolds of Sepylus, and turn’d to stone, The hurt done by the Gods takes patiently. ---Hobbes

A parent once, whose sorrows equall'd hine:/Six youthful sons, as many blooming maids,/In one sad day beheld the Stygian shades;/Those by Apollo's silver bow were slain,/These, Cynthia's arrows stretch'd upon the plain: So was her price chastis'd by wrath divine,/Who match'd her own with bright Latona's line;/∫ut two the goddess, twelve the queen enjoy'd;/Those boasted twelve th'avenging two destroy'd. ... Herself a rock, (for such was heav'n's high will)/Thro' deserts wild now pours a weeping rill;/Where round the bed whence Achelou..s springs,/The wat'ry fairies dance in mazy rings,/There high on Sipylus's shaggy brow,/She stands her own sad monument of woe;/The rock foreever lasts, the tears forever flow./Such griefs, O king! have other parents known;/Remember theirs, and mitigate thy own.--Pope

Though twelve dear children she saw slain, six daughters, six young sons./The sons incensed Apollo slew; the maids' confusions/Diana wrought, since Niobe her merits durst compare/With great Latona's, arguing that she did only bear/Two children, and herself had twelve; for which those only two/Slew all her twelve. [... / / / / ..., and now with rocks and wild hills mix'd she bears/In Sipylus the gods' wraths still, in that place where 'tis said/The Goddess Fairies use to dance about the funeral bed/Of Achelous, where, though turn'd with cold grief to stone,/Heaven gives her heat enough to feel what plague comparison/With his powers made by earth deserves. Affect not then too far/Without grief, like a god, being man, but for a man's life care,--Chapman

Wikipedia: "The context in which she is mentioned by Achilles to Priam in Homer's Iliad is as a stock type for mourning. Priam is not unlike Niobe in the sense that he was also grieving for his son Hector, who was killed and not buried for several days."

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·  And saddest Niobe, whom not the love ·  Of Leto aught availed, when once her boast ·  Went out, though all her crime was too much pride ·  Of heaven's most precious gift, her children fair. ·  Six daughters had she, and six stalwart sons; ·  But Leto bade her two destroy the twelve. 11 - And somewhere now, among lone mountain rocks 12 - On Sipylus, where couch the nymphs at night 13 - Who dance all day by Achelous' stream, 14 - The once proud mother lies, herself a rock, ·  And in cold breast broods o'er the goddess' wrong § §  § [1]   Six blossoming daughters had she 'and six lusty growing sons, [2]  But her boys did Apollo in silvery archery destroy [3]  Wrathful against her, an' all her daughters Artemis o'erthrew, [4]  For that against Leto the goddess their great mother had she [5]  Vaunted, "thou 'st two only, but I have borne many myself." [6]  Then they, tho' but a pair, all her fair quantity fordid. / [...] 11 - And somewhere ev'n now, on a mountain pasture among rocks, 12 - On Sipylus, where, as 'tis told, all-nightly the nymphs lie, 13 - Who by day go dancing along splendent Achelous, 14 - There in stone the mother sits brooding upon the goddes wrong.
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"And somewhere now, among lone mountain rocks On Sipylus, where couch the nymphs at night Who dance all day by Achelous' stream, The once proud mother lies, herself a rock, And in cold breast broods o'er the goddess' wrong.


 * whose twelve children in her palace fell, Six daughters and six sons in bloom of youth. The sons Apollo, wroth with Niobe, Slaughter'd with arrows from his silver bow, The daughters Artemis, quick-darting queen, Tor that with beauteous Leto she compared :— Leto of two, mother of many she;— So then they two did all her many slay. So nine days lay the bodies where they fell, Nor burial found, but Zeus made stones of men; So the tenth day, the high Gods buried them, And then, worn out with weeping, she did eat. And now 'mid rocks, and on the mountains lone, On Sipylus, where sleep, they say, the Nymphs Divine, who dance by the Acheloian stream, There, though of stone, she cherishes her woe."The Metaphysic of Experience," Shadworth Hollway Hodgson (Longmans, Green, 1898)


 * her twelve children—six daughters and six lusty sons—had been all slain in her house. Apollo killed the sons with arrows from his silver bow, to punish Niobe, and Diana slew the daughters, because Niobe had vaunted herself against Leto; she said Leto had borne two children only, whereas she had herself borne many—whereon the two killed the many. Nine days did they lie weltering, and there was none to bury them, for the son of Saturn turned the people into stone; but on the tenth day the gods in heaven themselves buried them, and Niobe then took food, being worn out with weeping. They say that somewhere among the rocks on the mountain pastures of Sipylus, where the nymphs live that haunt the river Acheloiis, there, they say, she lives in stone and still nurses the sorrows sent upon her by the hand of heaven.The Iliad of Homer: rendered into English prose for the use of those who cannot read the original, Samuel Butler (Longman's, Green, 1898)

(Harper & Bros., 1876)
 * although twelve children perished in her palaces, six daughters and six youthful sons; these indeed Apollo slew with his silver bow, enraged with Niobe; but those, arrowrejoicing Diana, because, forsooth, she had compared herself with fair-cheeked Latona. She said that [Latona] had borne [only] two, whereas she had borne many: yet those, though being only two, destroyed all [her own]. Nine days indeed they lay in blood, nor was there any one to bury them, for the son of Saturn had made the people stones; but upon the tenth day the heavenly gods interred them. Still was she mindful of food, when she was fatigued with weeping. Now, indeed, ever amidst the rocks, in the desert mountains, in Sipylus, where, they say, the beds of the goddess Nymphs are, who lead the dance around Acheloiis, there, although being a stone, she broods over the sorrows [sent] from the gods.Theodore Alois Buckley

six sons in youthful prime and as many daughters. Apollo killed the boys with his silver bow, Artemis the girls, both piqued at Niobe because she dared belittle their mother, Leto, for bearing but two children, far less than she. So two avengers ended life for the twelve, who lay in blood nine days. There was no one to tend them because Zeus turned their folk to rock, but on the tenth day gods buried them all. Niobe grieved and wept but nonetheless ate. Today she is just a stone on a lonely peak, Sipylus, resting place, they say, of nymphs who gambol and dance by Achelous' streams. Though she is stone, she still pines for her children. Herbert Jordan (Univ of Oklahoma Pr, 2008)
 * even with twelve of her children slain at home,

her six young daughters and her six strong sons. Apollo was so enraged at Niobe, with his silver bow he killed the sons. The daughters
 * with twelve of her own children murdered in her home,

Artemis the Archer slaughtered, for Niobe had compared herself to lovely Leto, saying the goddess only had two children, while she had given birth to many. Even so, thought only two, those gods killed all her children. For nine days they lay in their own blood, for there was no one there to give them burial. Cronos' son had turned the people all to stone. The tenth day, the gods in heaven buried them. That's when, worn out with weeping, Niobe had thoughts for food. And now, somewhere in the rocks in Sipylus, among the lonely mountains, where, men say, goddess nymphs lie down to sleep, the ones that dance beside the Achelous, there Niobe, though turned to stone, still broods, thinking of the pain the gods have given her. Ian C. Johnston (Richer Resources Publications, 2006)