The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/The Destruction of Sennacherib
THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB.
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
Seaham, Feb. 17, 1815.
"As leaves in autumn, so the bodies fell."
The Barons' Wars, by Michael Drayton, Bk. II. stanza lvii.; Anderson's British Poets, iii, 38.]
- And the foam of his bridle lay cold on the earth.—[MS.]
- —— of the cliff-beating surf.—[MS.]
- With the crow on his breast.—[MS.]
- And the widows of Babel ——.—[MS. erased.]
- And the voices of Israel are joyous and high.—[MS. erased.]