<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116875" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Destruction of Sennacherib</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>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>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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> II<br>For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,<br>And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd,<br>And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,<br>And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!<br>And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,<br>But through it there roll'd 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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> III<br>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 trumpets unblown.<br>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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116875" data-title="The Destruction of Sennacherib de Byron" data-description="I/The 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 sea,/When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee./Like the leaves of the forest when Sum..."></div> </div> </div>

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