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HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE.
Oh, Mariamne! now for thee
The heart for which thou bled'st is bleeding; Revenge is lost in agony,
And wild remorse to rage succeeding.
Thou canst not hear my bitter pleading:
Though heaven were to my prayer unheeding.
And is she dead ?-and did they dare
Obey my phrensy's jealous raving? My wrath but doom'd my own despair :
The sword that smote her 's o'er me wavingBut thou art cold, my murdered love!
And this dark heart is vainly craving For her who soars alone above,
And leaves my soul unworthy saving.
She's gone, who shared my diadem;
She sunk, with her my joys entombing ; I swept that flower from Judah’s stem
Whose leaves for me alone were blooming. And mine's the guilt, and mine the hell,
This bosom's desolation dooming; And I have earn'd those tortures well,
Which unconsumed are still consuming !
ON THE DAY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF
JERUSALEM BY TITUS. Ni A
i 1.'. I'rom the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome I beheld thee, Oh Sion! when rendered to Rome: 'Twas thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall Flash'd back on the last glance I gave to thy wall.
II. I look'd for thy temple, I look'd for my home, And forgot for a moment my bondage to come; I beheld but the death-fire that fed on thy fane, And the fast-fettered hands that made vengeance in vain. III. On many an eve, the high spot whence I gazed Had reflected the last beam of day as it blazed ; While I stood on the height, and beheld the decliue Of the rays from the mountain that shone on thy shrine.
1), T. IV. And now on that mountain I stood on that day, But I mark'd not the twilight beam melting away; Oh! would that the lightning had glared in its stead, And the thunderbolt burst on the conqueror's head!
BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT
DOWN AND WEPT.
Of Babel, and thought of the day
Made Salem's high places his prey;
Were scattered all weeping away.
While sadly we gazed on the river
Which rolld on in freedom below, They demanded the song; but, oh never
That triumph the stranger shall know ! May this right hand be withered for ever,
Ere it string our high harp for the foe!