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And is she dead ?--and did they dare
Obey my frenzy's jealous raving?
The sword that sinote her 's o'er me waving.--
And this dark heart is vainly craving
And leaves my soul unworthy saving.
Whose leaves for me alone were blooming.
This bosom's desolation dooming :
Which unconsumed are still consuming !
ON THE DAY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY
From the last hill that looks on thy cnce holy dome
I look’d for thy temple, I look'd for my
rays from the mountain that shone on thy shrine.
BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT.
We sat down and wept by the waters
Of Babel, and thought of the day
Made Salem's high places his prey;
Were scatter'd all weeping away.
Which rollid on in freedom below,
That triumph the stranger shall know !
Ere it string our high harp for the foe!
Oh Salem! its sound should be free!
But left me that token of thee :
With the voice of the spoiler by me!
THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB.
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast,
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
A SPIRIT pass'd before me: I beheld
" Is man more just than God? Is man more pure