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WRITTEN IN TURNER'S “LIBER VERITATIS.”
She sate with face averted from the Dead;That hooded woman!—dark she sate with woe,
Nor dar'd to gaze upon the sight below:
Yet ever with uplifted arm she shed
Funereal lights on those, who head to head,
And foot alike to foot, in ghastly row
There lay.—Seven goodly sons—all at one blow
Cut off, demolished.—Then, she made her bed
The chambers of the rock; and when by night
Was heard the wolfish howl—the eagle's call,
She turn'd her cowled countenance, and all
Fled its unearthly aspect—for the light
Glar'd upon him, the dark Meholathite,
And him, that childless woman bare to Saul.
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