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Poem of the Day > 101 The Destruction of Sennacherib - Lord Byron

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Hilary | 2082 comments 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 Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

message 2: by Hilary (new)

Hilary | 2082 comments This is the very first poem I remember reading and it has remained a favourite of mine ever since. It still gives me the same shivers up the spine it did when I was a child. I love the imagery, the language and just everything about it! And it's great to read aloud.

message 3: by Lee (new)

Lee This is a wonderful poem - I can see the whole scene in my minds eye - really stirring and chilling stuff.
Coincidentally - Sir Walter is talking about Byron in his journal today he mentions his love of mischief making and praises his genius, generosity of spirit and purse and contempt for all the affectations of literature.

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