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Página 130 - Are melted into air, behold the Temple, In undisturbed and lone serenity Finding itself a solemn sanctuary In the profound of heaven ! It stands before us A mount of snow fretted with golden pinnacles * ! The very sun, as though he worshipp'd there, Lingers upon the gilded cedar roofs ; And down the long and branching porticoes, On every flowery-sculptured capital, Glitters the homage of his parting beams. By Hercules ! the sight might almost win The offended majesty of Rome to mercy.
Página 195 - Jews to flight, and proceeded as far as the holy house itself, at which time one of the soldiers, without staying for any orders, and without any concern or dread upon him at so great an undertaking, and being hurried on by a certain Divine fury, snatched somewhat out of the materials that were on fire, and being lifted up by another soldier, he set fire to a golden window, through which there was a passage to the rooms that were round about the holy house, on the north side of it.
Página 201 - A voice from the east, a voice from the west, a voice from the four winds, a voice against Jerusalem and the holy house, a voice against the bridegrooms and the brides, and a voice against this whole people.
Página 130 - Where Kedron at our feet, its scanty waters, Distils from stone to stone with gentle motion, As through a valley sacred to sweet peace, How boldly doth it front us ! how majestically ! Like a luxurious vineyard, the hill side Is hung with marble fabrics, line o'er line, Terrace o'er terrace, nearer still, and nearer To the blue heavens.
Página 129 - It must be—• And yet it moves me, Romans! it confounds The counsels of my firm philosophy, That Ruin's merciless ploughshare must pass o'er, And barren salt be sown on yon proud city. As on our olive-crowned hill we stand, Where Kedron at our feet its scanty waters Distils from stone to stone with gentle motion, As through a valley sacred to sweet peace, How boldly doth it front us! how majestically! Like a luxurious vineyard, the...
Página 200 - A false prophet was the occasion of these people's destruction, who had made a public proclamation in the city that very day, that God commanded them to get up upon the temple, and that there they should receive miraculous signs of their deliverance.
Página 196 - ... could restrain their violence, but each one's own passion was his commander at this time; and as they were crowding into the temple together, many of them were trampled on by one another, while a great number fell among the ruins of the cloisters, which were still hot and smoking, and were destroyed in the same miserable way with those whom they had conquered...
Página 209 - ... of old The balmy airs were rich with melody. That led her pomp beneath the cloudless sky In vestments flaming with the orient gold; Her gold is dim, and mute her music's voice, The Heathen o'er her perish'd pomp rejoice. How stately then was every palm-deck'd street, Down which the maidens danced with tinkling feet; How proud the elders in the lofty gate! How crowded all her nation's solemn feasts With...
Página 209 - Levites and high-mitred Priests! How gorgeous all her Temple's sacred state ! Her streets are razed, her maidens sold for slaves, Her gates thrown down, her elders in their graves; Her feasts are holden 'mid the Gentile's scorn, By stealth her priesthood's holy garments worn; And where her Temple crown'd the glittering rock, The wandering shepherd folds his evening rlock.