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“ The Lord God of the Hebrews hath appear'd
Unto us : we beseech thee let us go
A three days' journey in the wilderness,
That we may sacrifice unto the Lord.”
But I am sure he will not let you go.
And I will stretch out then my band, and smite
Egypt with all my wonders in the midst
Whereof which I will do; and after that
The king shall let you go.' Then to the Lord
I answer'a, 'Surely they will not believe,
Nor hearken to my voice ; for they will say-
Thou hast not seen the Lord.' Then unto me
God spake : Cast now thy rod upon the

ground.' And, when I cast it, lo! it was a serpent ! And I fled from it. But he spake again : 'Put forth thy hand and take it.' Then I

stoop'd, And caught the serpent, and it was a rod ! Then said the Lord again : 'Put now thy

hand Into thy bosom.' Then I put my hand Into my bosom: when I took it out, Behold! my hand was leperous as snow! Then said the Lord: 'Put now again thine hand Into thy bosom. Then I put my hand Again into my bosom, and behold! When I plack'd forth my hand, it had become Even as my other flesh! Then said the Lord, 'Surely they may believe their fathers' God, The God of Abraham, and Isaac's God, The God of Jacob, hath appeared unto thee ! And if they will not hearken to the voice Of the first sign, yet in the second sign They will believe : but if they still are deaf, Then shalt thou take this rod into thy hand, Wherewith thou shalt do signs before the

king.' “And have I not done signs and wonders

then ?Yet art thou harden'd still in unbelief, And wilt not let th' oppressèd people go ? Have I not turn'd your waters into blood ? Cover'd the land with frogs ? and changed to

lice The dust ? and fill'd the air with swarms of

flies ? All save the land of Goshen, where abido The chosen race, the children of Israel ? And didst thou not, 0 king! say: 'Ye shall

go; Only entreat for me unto your God That he may stay his hand'? And, after that, Didst thou not harden still thy heart and say: "The people shall not go'? Then sent I not A murrain on your cattle, that they died ? Horses, and asses, camels, oxen, sheep ? But in the land of Goshen died there one ? Last, sent I not this plague upon you all, Boils, blains, and blotches, upon man and beast, That the land stinketh with your loathsome

ness — And art thou harden'd still, and proud of

heart, And wilt not let th’ oppressèd people go ?”

Then with a stern, hoarse voice the king

replied : “Wily impostor! hence !-out of my sight! Think not with cunning lies to blind the

king! Thee and thy boasted God of Israel I do defy ! haste, sorcerer ! from my sight! I will not let the accursed people go; But will oppress them with a heavier hand, And they shall cry unto their God in vain.” He said, and started from his glittering throne, And hurl'd his sceptre down.

Then Moses spake : “Harden'd and proud ! the God of Israel Again shall stretch his rod upon the land, And thou shalt let the afflicted people go. Behold, to-morrow, even about this time, The Lord shall send a very grievous hail, Such as in Egypt never hath been seen. Send therefore now, and gather from the

fields Thy cattle, and thy sheep, and all thou hast: For upon every man and beast found there The hail shall come, that they shall surely die. So shalt thou know that Israel's God is God, And shalt repent, and bid the people go.” But yet the king was harden'd in his heart, And mock'd at Moses and at Israel's God.

Then on the morrow unto Moses spake The Lord, and said : “Stretch forth thine hand

towards the heaven, That upon every man, and beast, and herb, Throughout the land of Egypt, may come hail.” Then Moses stretched forth his rod towards

the heaven, And o'er the sky came darkness, that the

sun, As with a furnace-smoke, quench'd utterly. Blackness and death-like silence all the land Made like a tomb: astonish'd, every tongue Was mute, and every limb with terror shook.

But soon a sound far off was heard in heaven, A sound as of a coming multitude, Horses and chariots, rushing furiously; Then, like a trumpet opening on the ear Came down a terrible and mighty wind. Wide scattering, fell anon, with heavy stroke, As of a stone from a strong slinger's arm, The solitary hail ; dark fires at length Amid the black clouds wander'd to and fro; Earth shook, and heaven with terror seem'd

to quakeAnd all the plague was loosed.—The voice of

God Spake in ten thousand thunders ; fire and hail Shot howling down, and lightning in a flood, Mix'd with the hail, and ran upon the ground; And with the hail, and thunder, and the fire, A mighty wind, that the huge hailstones smote Like rocks the quivering ground—like shatter

ing rocks, Hurld from the mountain to the groaning

plainSmoking and whirling, rush'd the awful hail,

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Then Pharaoh, trembling, unto Moses sent,
And Aaron, and besought them bitterly :
“Oh! I have sinn'a ! righteous is the Lord,
I and my people wicked. Haste ye now,
And pray unto your God that he will hold
His mighty thunderings, and his dreadful hail
And I will let the chosen people go,
And ye shall stay no longer.”

Then to hin
Spake Moses, saying: “When I shall be gone
Out of the city, I will spread my hands
Abroad unto the Lord, and he will stay
The thunder and the hail, and they shall cease
So mayst thou know that all the earth is his;
And that Jehovah is the God of Gods.
But as for thee, and thine, I know that still
Ye will not fear the Lord, nor let us go."

Then Moses went from out the city straight, And spread abroad his hands unto the Lord : The thunders, and the fire, and hailstones ceased.

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Heard by the lonely traveller through the

vale, With dream-like murmuring melodious, In diamond showers a crystal fountain falls. All fruits delicious, and of every clime, Beauteous to sight, and odoriferous, Invite the taste; and wines of sunny light, Rose-hued, or golden, for the feasting Gods Fit nectar : sylph-like girls, and blooming boys, Flower-crown'd, and in apparel bright as

spring, Attend upon their bidding. At the sign, From bands unseen, voluptuous music

breathes, Harp, dulcimer, and, sweetest far of all, Woman's mellifluous voice. What pamper'd

sense Of luxury most rare and rich can ask, Or thought conceive, is there.

But, far away, The proud and melancholy queen sits lone In her high chamber, breathing the cool air That fans in vain her hot, indignant brow. She loathes the sensual monarch; can not

stoop Her noble soul to share his orgies foul ; Yet once hath loved him, once hath been be

loved; And now she thinks upon the years gone by, And sighs, and sheds some passionate tears,

and looks On that gigantic city, spread below Far as the eye can reach, and says,

" Alas! Thoa mighty city, am I queen of thee, Yet desolate?

Young Dara, flush'd with love, Through the perfumed shades steals fearfully Of the proud palace gardens ; for his soul Is with Nehushta, daughter of the king. , Along the broad, dim, moonlight-dappled path Lightly trips he; oft stops, and looks around ; And flings his dark hair back, and listens oft. She with two trusted maidens, in a bower Fragrant with all delicious flowers that breathe Their richness to the eve, impatient waits, And blames the murmur of a fountain nigh That drowns his stealthy footstep; and oft

looks With eager eye along the chequer'd path, And says, “Oh, Dara, hasten to me, love!”

Through all the city sounds the voice of joy And tipsy merriment. On the spacious walls, That, like huge sea-cliffs, gird the city in, Myriads of wanton feet go to and fro: Gay garments rustle in the scented breeze, Crimson and azure, purple, green, and gold; Laugh, jest, and passing whisper are heard

there; Timbrel, and lute, and dulcimer, and song; And many feet that tread the dance are seen, And arms upflung, and swaying heads plume

crown'd. So is that city steep'd in revelry.

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1566 a.-NINEVEH. But joyous is the stirring city now: The moon is clear, the stars are coming

forth, The evening breeze fans pleasantly. Retired Within his gorgeous hall, Assyria's king Sits at the banquet, and in love and wine Revels delighted. On the gilded roof A thousand golden lamps their lustre fling, And on the marble walls, and on the throne Gem-boss'd, that high on jasper steps up

raised, Like to one solid diamond quivering stands, Sun-splendours flashing round. In woman's

garb The sensual king is clad, and with him sit A crowd of beauteous concubines. They

sing, And roll the wanton eye, and laugh, and sigh, And feed his ear with honey'd flatteries, And laud him as a God. All rarest flowers, Bright-hued and fragrant, in the brilliant light Bloom as in sunshine : like a mountain stream, Amid the silence of the dewy eve

heads;

1566 b.-SARDANAPALUS.

Upon their hinges roaring, open fly

The brazen gates : sounds then the tramp of He spake, and raised the goblet to his lips,

hoofsAnd pour'd the nectar down: and, when he

And lo! the gorgeous pageant, like the sun, drank,

Flares on their startled eyes. Four snowHis concubines drank also, every one;

white steeds, And joy was in all eyes. Then went the king,

In golden trappings, barbed all in gold, Flush'd with the wine, and in his pride of

Spring through the gate ; the lofty chariot power

then, Glorying; and with his own strong arm up.

Of ebony, with gold and gems thick strewn, raised

Even like the starry night. The spokes were From out its rest the Assyrian banner broad,

gold, Purple and edged with gold; and, standing

With fellies of strong brass; the naves were then

brass, Upon the utmost summit of the mount,

With burnish'd gold o'erlaid, and diamond Round, and yet round-for two strong men a

rimm'd; task

Steel were the axles, in bright silver case ; Sufficient deem'd-he waved the splendid flag,

The pole was cased in silver : high aloft, Bright as a meteor streaming.

Like a rich throne, the gorgeous seat was At that sight

framed, The plain was in a stir : the helms of brass

Of ivory part, part silver, and part gold ; Were lifted up, and glittering spear-points

On either side a golden statue stood : waved,

Upon the right--and on a throne of goldAnd banners shaken, and wide trumpet mouths

Great Belus, of the Assyrian empire first, Upturn'd; and myriads of bright-harness'd

And worshipp'd as a god ; but, on the left, steeds

In a resplendent car by lions drawn, Were seen uprearing, shaking their proud A goddess ; on her head a tower ; and, round,

Celestial glory : this the deity And brazen chariots in a moment sprang,

Whom most the monarch worshipt; she whom, And clash'd together. In a moment more

since, Up came the monstrous universal shout,

Astarte or Derceto men have named, Like a volcano's burst. Up, up to heaven

And Venus, queen of love. Around her waist The multitudinous tempest tore its way,

A girdle, glittering with all radiant gems, Rocking the clouds : from all the swarming

Seem'd heaving to her breath. Behind the car, plain

Fall in the centre, on the ebon ground, And from the city rose the mingled cry,

Flamed forth a diamond sun ; on either side, Long live Sardanapalus, king of kings!

A horned moon of diamond ; and beyond May the king live for ever!” Thrice the flag

The planets, each one blazing diamond. The monarch waved ; and thrice the shouts

Such was the chariot of the king of kings. Enormons, that the solid walls were shook,

Himself in dazzling armour stands aloft, And the firm ground made tremble.

And rules the fiery steeds. His shield of At his height,

gold, A speck scarce visible, the eagle heard,

His spear,

his helm, his bow and quiver hang And felt his strong wing falter : terror-struck,

Within the roomy car. Thus, like a god, Fluttering and wildly screaming, down he sank From forth the gates he comes; and every Down through the quivering air: another knee shout,

Bends to the ground, and every voice cries His talons droop, his sunny eye grows dark,

out, His strengthless pennons fail, plumb down he

“Long live Sardanapalus, king of kings! falls,

May the king live for ever!” Thrice he Even like a stone. Amid the far off hills,

smiles, With eye of fire, and shaggy mane uprear'd, And waves his hand to all; and thrice the The sleeping lion in his den sprang up;

shouts Listen'd awhile--then laid his monstrous

To heaven go up. Then on his starting horse month

Springs every rider; every charioteer Close to the floor, and breathed hot roarings out

Leaps to his car; and through the sounding In fierce reply.

streets Edwin Atherstone. The pageant flames, and on the dusty plain

Pours forth; and evermore, from street to

street, Runs on the cry, "The king ! the king comes

forth! 1566 6.-TO THE BATTLE.

The king of kings in his war-chariot comes; He comes at length

Long live Sardanapalus, king of kings ! The thickening thunder of the wheels is heard : May the king live for ever!”

arose

To the walls The cry flies on, they hear it on the plains, The plains cry out, they hear it in the heavens. On through the bowing host the monarch

drives; High over all conspicuous, the bright crown, Like an etherial fire, through all the field Flashing perpetual light. From rank to rank, From nation unto nation goes he on; And still all knees are bent, all voices raised As to a deity.

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Alleys of roses, beds of sweetest flowers,
Their richest incense to the dewy breeze
Breathing profusely all; and having reach'd
The spot beloved, with sport, or dance awhile
On the small lawn to sound of dulcimer,
The pleasant time would pass; or to the lute
Give ear delighted, and the plaintive voice
That sang of hapless love; or, arm in arm,
Amid the twilight saunter, listing oft

The fountain's murmur, or the evening's sigh,
Or whisperings in the leaves, or, in his pride
Of minstrèrsy, the sleepless nightingale
Flooding the air with beauty of sweet sounds;
And, ever as the silence came again,
The distant and unceasing hum could hear
Of that magnificent city, on all sides
Surrounding them. But okt with one alone,
One faithful, favoured maiden, would she

come ; At early morn sometimes, while enery flower, In diamonds glittering, with its progd weight

bow'd; When through the glistering trees the golden

beams Aslant their bright flood pour'd, and evty

bird In his green palace sitting sang aloud, And all the air with youthful fragrance teem'd, Fresh as at Nature's birth : her pastime then, The flowers to tend, to look upon the sky, And on the earth, and drink the perfumed air, And in the gladness of all things be glad. But in the placid twilight hour of eve Not seldom came they : Dara then the harp Or dulcimer would touch ; or, happier still, His words of love into her listening ear Distil with sweeter music than from string, Or breathing pipe, though sweet.

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1566 d.-NEHUSHTA'S BOWER. Meantime, within the oft-frequented bower, Nehushta sat, and Dara. 'Twas a spot Herself had chosen, from the palace walls Farthest removed, and by no sound disturb'd. And by no eye o'erlook'd ; for in the midst Of loftiest trees, umbrageous, was it hidYet to the sunshine open, and the airs, That from the deep shades all around it

breathed, Cool and sweet-scented. Myrtles, jessamine, Roses of varied hues—all climbing shrubs, Green-leaved and fragrant, had she planted

there, And trees of slender body, fruit, and flower ; At early morn had water'd, and at eve, From a bright fountain nigh, that ceaselessly Gush'd with a gentle coil from out the earth, Its liquid diamonds flinging to the sun With a soft whisper. To a graceful arch The pliant branches, intertwined, were bent; Flowers some, and some rich fruits of gorgeous

hues, Down hanging lavishly, the taste to please ; Or, with rich scent, the smell ; or that fine

sense Of beauty that in forms and colours rare Doth take delight. With fragrant moss the

floor Was planted, to the foot a carpet rich, Or, for the languid limbs, a downy couch, Inviting slumber. At the noontide hour, Here, with some chosen maidens would she

come, Stories of love to listen, or the deeds Of heroes of old days : the harp, sometimes, Herself would touch, and with her own sweet

voice Fill all the air with loveliness. But, chief, When to his green-wave bed the wearied sun Had parted, and heaven's glorious arch yet

shone, A last gleam catching from his closing eye, The palace, with her maidens, quitting then, Through vistas dim of tall trees would she

passCedar, or waving pine, or giant palmThrough orange groves, and citron, myrtle

walks,

1566 e.—THE TRIUMPHANT RETURN

OF SARDANAPALUS.
On sight more gorgeous never sun look'd

down.
A myriad gonfalons of bright hue stream'd,
A myriad silver trumpets spake to heaven ;
Blazed the bright chariots, the gold-spangled

steeds Beneath their flaming riders, proudly trode ; Flash'd helm, and shield of gold, and dazzling

mail,
And, with unnumber'd martial instruments
Accompanied, unto the mighty Bel,
And to Sardanapalus, king of kings,
Triumphal hymns the host together sang.

Her brazen gates wide flung the city then, And on the plain, with acclamations loud The conqueror hailing, countless multitudes, Dense thronging, pour'd, and on her walls the

throngs Expecting stood, and on her lofty towers. Assyria's damsels there, and peerless dames,

Like tulip beds, in richest vesture clad,
Made sunshine seem more bright, and, to the

breath
Of the sweet south, a sweeter fragrance

breathed.
But, beautiful amidst the beautiful,
Amid a bright heaven the one brightest star,
Assyria's goddess queen, in regal state
Magnificent, to pomp imparting grace,
To triumph majesty, her lord to meet,
From the great central eastern gate came forth.
High throned upon a car, with gold and gems
Refulgent, slowly rode she. Diamond wreaths
Amid her ebon locks luxuriant gleam'd,
Like heaven's lamps through the dark; her

ample robe,
Sky-hued, like to a waving sapphire glowd;
And round one graceful shoulder wreathed, one

With gems and gold were hung; and, far

before,
Behind, and round his chariot, glittering bright
With gold and gems, like a phosphoric sea,
His choicest captains, and his royal guard,
On their proud treading steeds rode gallantly.

The chariot of the queen at hand beheld,
To right and left disparting, ample space
In midst the horsemen left. Low bow'd each

head,
As the bright vision pass'd, and silence deep
Of admiration weigh'd upon all lips.
But, when the royal chariots, meeting, paused,
Then first, with blushing cheek, stood up the

queen,
And welcome proud unto the conqueror gave.

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arm

Of rose-tinged snow, a web-like drapery,
Bright as a ruby streak of morning, hung.
Beneath her swelling bosom, chastely warm,

1567.-NASEBY.
A golden zone, with priceless gems thick
starr'd,

0! wherefore come ye forth in triumph from Flash'd gentle lightnings. The unresting fire

the North, Of diamond, and the ruby's burning glow,

With your hands and your feet, and your With the pure sapphire's gentle beam mix'd

raiment all red ? there;

And wherefore do your rout send forth a The flamy topaz, with the emerald cool,

joyous shout ? Like sunshine dappling the spring meadows,

And whence are the grapes of the wine-press play'd;

that ye tread ? Gold was the clasp, and diamond. Bracelets light,

0! evil was the root, and bitter was the Of emerald, and diamond, and gold,

fruit, On each fine taper'd, pearly wrist she wore ;

And crimson was the juice of the vintage that

we trod; And, round her pillar'd neck, majestical, A slender chain of diamond, the weight

For we trampled on the throng of the haughty

and the strong, Sustaining of one priceless diamond, Like dawn faint blushing, radiant as the morn,

Who sate in the high places and slew the

saints of God. That on her creamy bosom, like a spark Of sun-fire on rich pearl embedded, lay.

It was about the noon of a glorious day of With graceful ease and perfect dignity,

June, Yet womanly softness, like a shape of heaven,

That we saw their banners dance and their In majesty of beauty, pale, serene,

cuirasses shine, With eye oft downcast, yet with swelling

And the Man of Blood was there, with his heart

long essenced hair, Proudly exultant, on her gorgeous seat And Astley, and Sir Marmaduke, and Rupert Reclined, of Tyrian parple, golden fringed,

of the Rhine. Of all eyes mutely worshipp'd, she rode on. So, when, victorious o'er the giant brood, Like a servant of the Lord, with his Bible and Back to Olympus came the Thunderer,

his sword, Imperial Juno, on her golden car,

The General rode along us to form us for the By clouds of fire upborne, with smile of love, fight; Her lord to meet, and ether-brightening When a murmuring sound broke out, and brow,

swell'd into a shout Through heaven's wide open'd portals proudly Among the godless horsemen upon the tyrant's rode.

right. In shining cars, behind Assyria's queen, The sons and daughters also of the king, And hark! like the roar of the billow on the To grace the triumph of the conqueror, came. shore, He in his blazing chariot, like a god,

The cry of battle rises along their charging Exulting rode. His helm and mail laid by,

line : The sunlike crown upon his head, in robes For God! for the Cause! for the Church ! for Attired, that like one waving gem appear'd,

the Laws! Amid the thunder of applauding hosts, For Charles, King of England, and Rupert of Onward he came.

His coursers' arching necks the Rhine!

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