The history of The Old Testament In verse With One Hundred and Eighty sculptures: In Two Volumes. Vol. I. From the Creation to the Revolt of the Ten Tribes from the House of David. Vol. II. From that Revolt to the End of the Prophets. Written by Samuel Wesley ... The Cuts done by J. Sturt |
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CCXLIII. Ezekiel, Chap. XXVI. from Ver. 7. to the End; and Chap. XVII.
The Pride and Destruction of Tyre.
The
Fall of wealthy Tyre, renown'd of old,
By Babel's pow'rful Arms, is thus fore-told.
By Babel's pow'rful Arms, is thus fore-told.
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A Sea of Nations shall against thee roar,
Fierce as the Waves that wash thy sounding Shore.
Levell'd thy Walls and ev'ry lofty Tow'r,
Thy offspring shall the vengeful Sword devour:
From Babel shall the King of Kings arrive,
See from the North his rattling Chariots drive!
Their Noise like Thunder shall thy Ramparts shake,
Such Clouds of Dust shall his deep Squadrons make:
As born by Winds shall troubled Air invade,
And thy devoted Town like Flights of Locusts shade.
Behold his Mounts, like Lebanon, arise!
Behold his warlike Engines fill the Skies!
The fatal Breach is made, thy Warders fled,
With brazen Hoofs thy Sons his Coursers tread,
And fill thy ample Streets with the polluted Dead.
How vast the Spoil! how numberless the Prey!
Uncounted Riches shall they thence convey,
And in the Waves thy mighty Ruins lay.
Thy Songs shall cease, thy Lyre no more shall sound,
The num'rous Tributary Isles around,
Shall shake to hear thy Fall, to see thy ghastly Wound.
The Princes of the Sea their Thrones shall leave,
When they from far the dismal News receive:
Their Purple, brought from thy proud Walls, lay by,
And all their useless Marks of Royalty.
With trembling cloath'd shall thee in Dust deplore,
Their Mother-Town is faln, and ancient Tyre's no more.
Fierce as the Waves that wash thy sounding Shore.
Levell'd thy Walls and ev'ry lofty Tow'r,
Thy offspring shall the vengeful Sword devour:
From Babel shall the King of Kings arrive,
See from the North his rattling Chariots drive!
Their Noise like Thunder shall thy Ramparts shake,
Such Clouds of Dust shall his deep Squadrons make:
As born by Winds shall troubled Air invade,
And thy devoted Town like Flights of Locusts shade.
Behold his Mounts, like Lebanon, arise!
Behold his warlike Engines fill the Skies!
The fatal Breach is made, thy Warders fled,
With brazen Hoofs thy Sons his Coursers tread,
And fill thy ample Streets with the polluted Dead.
How vast the Spoil! how numberless the Prey!
Uncounted Riches shall they thence convey,
And in the Waves thy mighty Ruins lay.
Thy Songs shall cease, thy Lyre no more shall sound,
The num'rous Tributary Isles around,
Shall shake to hear thy Fall, to see thy ghastly Wound.
The Princes of the Sea their Thrones shall leave,
When they from far the dismal News receive:
Their Purple, brought from thy proud Walls, lay by,
And all their useless Marks of Royalty.
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Their Mother-Town is faln, and ancient Tyre's no more.
O Tyre! whose lofty Walls, as Mountains steep,
Clasp'd in the Bosom of the raging Deep:
The Port, the Joy of all the World beside,
Of matchless Beauty and of matchless Pride!
Fair, as thy Ships that plough the stormy Main,
And find each Year new Worlds in search of Gain:
Thy Planks of Senirs stately Firs are made,
Thy Masts from neighb'ring Lebanon convey'd;
As tall as when in native Seats they stood,
As numerous they appear, a floating Wood.
Thine Oars of Oak in Bashan's Forest sought,
From Chittim's Isles thy Ivory Benches brought:
Thy Sails, embroider'd Silk in Egypt bought.
Thy Canopies, to taste the gentle Air,
And screen the Sun of blue and purple were:
From Zidon came each skilful Mariner,
Arvad ally'd, and Zidon's Sister-Town,
Thy Rival once in Trade and in Renown;
But thy sagacious Pilots, all thy own.
From Gebal's Antients thy strong Caulker's came,
From Persia, by thy Bounty and thy Fame;
From Phut and Lud the Sons of War allur'd,
Thy Armies fill'd, thy Garrisons secur'd;
With Helms and blazing Shields which shin'd from far,
Thy Walls adorn'd, and all the Pomp of War.
Thy stately Tow'rs and Battlements so high,
So far they borrow'd from the wond'ring Sky;
The tallest Warriors and of amplest Limb,
To those who gaz'd below, but Pygmies seem:
Silver and Iron, wealthy Tarshish brought,
And Tin, from Worlds unknown, and distant Albion sought:
Tubal the Souls of Men with Meshech bear,
And fill with Brass and beauteous Slaves thy Fair:
Horses and Mules Togarmah's Sons impart,
Which neigh and proudly Bound thro' all thy spacious Mart.
Ebony, black as Raven's glossy Plumes,
And Iv'ry, which to match the Snow presumes,
Rich Dedan's princely Merchants thee present,
While Purple, Coral, Agates, Syria sent.
Judah and Israel choicest Wheat import,
With Honey, Oil and Balm to thee resort:
Damascus, Fleeces sit for Purple brings,
And Wine of Helbon's growth, well worthy Kings.
Arabia's wandring Sons to thee repair,
And crowd with Flocks and bleating Lambs thy Fair.
Sheba and Raamah Caravans of Spice,
And Gems they bring and Gold of meaner Price,
—But soon thy Wealth, thy Fairs, thy Merchandice,
Thy Sailors, Warriors, all thy boasted Store,
Shall in thy Ruins sink, shall sink to rise no more.
Clasp'd in the Bosom of the raging Deep:
The Port, the Joy of all the World beside,
Of matchless Beauty and of matchless Pride!
Fair, as thy Ships that plough the stormy Main,
And find each Year new Worlds in search of Gain:
Thy Planks of Senirs stately Firs are made,
Thy Masts from neighb'ring Lebanon convey'd;
As tall as when in native Seats they stood,
As numerous they appear, a floating Wood.
Thine Oars of Oak in Bashan's Forest sought,
From Chittim's Isles thy Ivory Benches brought:
Thy Sails, embroider'd Silk in Egypt bought.
Thy Canopies, to taste the gentle Air,
And screen the Sun of blue and purple were:
From Zidon came each skilful Mariner,
Arvad ally'd, and Zidon's Sister-Town,
Thy Rival once in Trade and in Renown;
But thy sagacious Pilots, all thy own.
From Gebal's Antients thy strong Caulker's came,
From Persia, by thy Bounty and thy Fame;
From Phut and Lud the Sons of War allur'd,
Thy Armies fill'd, thy Garrisons secur'd;
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Thy Walls adorn'd, and all the Pomp of War.
Thy stately Tow'rs and Battlements so high,
So far they borrow'd from the wond'ring Sky;
The tallest Warriors and of amplest Limb,
To those who gaz'd below, but Pygmies seem:
Silver and Iron, wealthy Tarshish brought,
And Tin, from Worlds unknown, and distant Albion sought:
Tubal the Souls of Men with Meshech bear,
And fill with Brass and beauteous Slaves thy Fair:
Horses and Mules Togarmah's Sons impart,
Which neigh and proudly Bound thro' all thy spacious Mart.
Ebony, black as Raven's glossy Plumes,
And Iv'ry, which to match the Snow presumes,
Rich Dedan's princely Merchants thee present,
While Purple, Coral, Agates, Syria sent.
Judah and Israel choicest Wheat import,
With Honey, Oil and Balm to thee resort:
Damascus, Fleeces sit for Purple brings,
And Wine of Helbon's growth, well worthy Kings.
Arabia's wandring Sons to thee repair,
And crowd with Flocks and bleating Lambs thy Fair.
Sheba and Raamah Caravans of Spice,
And Gems they bring and Gold of meaner Price,
—But soon thy Wealth, thy Fairs, thy Merchandice,
590
Shall in thy Ruins sink, shall sink to rise no more.
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