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The Destruction of Sennacherib<br />
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The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,<br />
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;<br />
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,<br />
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.<br />
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Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green,<br />
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:<br />
Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown,<br />
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.<br />
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For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,<br />
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed:<br />
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,<br />
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!<br />
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And there lay the steed with his nostrils all wide,<br />
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride:<br />
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,<br />
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.<br />
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And there lay the rider distorted and pale,<br />
With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail;<br />
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,<br />
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.<br />
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And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,<br />
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;<br />
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,<br />
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!<br />
-Lord Byron<br />
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There will Come Soft Rains <br />
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There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,<br />
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;<br />
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And frogs in the pool singing at night,<br />
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;<br />
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Robins will wear their feathery fire,<br />
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;<br />
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And not one will know of the war, not one<br />
Will care at last when it is done.<br />
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Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,<br />
If mankind perished utterly;<br />
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And Spring herself when she woke at dawn<br />
Would scarcely know that we were gone.<br />
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