Saturday, September 24, 2005

THe DeSTRUCTION of Sennacherib'.

Originally uploaded by andrewstenning.

BY LORD BYRON - photograph A Stenning

The ASSyrian came down like thr wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple a& goLd,
And the sheen of their spears was like STARS On tHe sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like thr leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That hoSt with their banners at sunset were seen;
LIKE the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
tHAT the host on the morrow lay withered & strown.

FOr the angel' of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the FOE as he pass'd,
And the eyes of the sleepers WaX'd deadlY and chill,
AND their hearts but once heaved, and forEVER grew still !
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there roll'd nOt thr BREATH of his pride,
And foam of his 'GASPING' - lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray on thr rock - beating surf.

And their lay the rider distorted and pale,
With dew on his brow, aNd rust in his mail;
AND THE TENTS WERE all silent, the banners alone,
ThR lances unlifted , the trUmpets unblown.

AND the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of BAAL;
And the might of the Gentile,
Unsmote BY thr swoRd ,
Hath melted like snow in the glAnce of thr lOrd.


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