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HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE.
H, Mariamne! now for thee
The heart for which thou bled'st is bleeding; Revenge is lost in agony,
And wild remorse to rage succeeding. Oh, Mariamne! where art thou?
Thou canst not hear my bitter pleading: Ah! couldst thou-thou wouldst pardon now, Though Heaven were to my prayer unheeding.
And is she dead? - and did they dare
The sword that smote hers o'er me waving.—
But thou art cold, my murder'd love!
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.
ROM the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome I beheld thee, o Sion! when render'd to Rome: 'T was thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall Flash'd back on the last glance I gave to thy wall.
I look'd for thy temple, I look'd for my home,
On many an eve, the high spot whence I gazed
And now on that mountain I stood on that day,
But the Gods of the Pagan shall never profane
BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SATE
DOWN AND WEPT.
E sate down and wept by the waters
While sadly we gazed on the river
On the willow that harp is suspended,
Oh Salem! its sound should be free;
And ne'er shall its soft tones be blended
THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB.
HE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.