StoryTitle("caps", "The Destruction of Sennacherib") ?>
Destruction of Sennacherib," by Lord Byron, finds a place in this
collection because Johnnie, a ten-year-old, and many of his friends say,
"It's great." (1788-1824.)
PoemStart() ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Like the leaves of the forest when the Summer is green,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "That host with their banners at sunset were seen:", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still!", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;", "") ?>
PagePoem(159, "L0", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And there lay the rider distorted and pale,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!", "") ?>
PoemAttribution("100", SmallCapsText("Lord Byron.")) ?>
PoemEnd() ?>