Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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MELODY SECOND. Nahum, Chap. II.
Again the Seir raised his voice,
And pour'd the awful doom;
The troops of war, before his eyes,
Presaged destruction's gloom:
He saw unnumber'd banners float,
Turms quick to battle boom,
And thus denounced the City's lot,
While yawn'd the stanchless tomb.
And pour'd the awful doom;
The troops of war, before his eyes,
Presaged destruction's gloom:
He saw unnumber'd banners float,
Turms quick to battle boom,
And thus denounced the City's lot,
While yawn'd the stanchless tomb.
“O Nineveh, destruction's sword
Against thee glances bright:
Secure the fort; let sentry's word
Be heard both day and night;
Attire thy strong with sword and spear
In all their strength and might:
But with thy foe doth God appear,
Thy vengeance to requite.
Against thee glances bright:
Secure the fort; let sentry's word
Be heard both day and night;
Attire thy strong with sword and spear
In all their strength and might:
But with thy foe doth God appear,
Thy vengeance to requite.
“The en'my mad, in scarlet clad,
Heaves high the blazing shield;
Their weapons clash; their chariots flash
Like lightning o'er the field.
In rubbish lie the broken walls,
The river's gates now yield,
The flame runs through the palace-halls,
Where pamper'd riot reel'd.
Heaves high the blazing shield;
Their weapons clash; their chariots flash
Like lightning o'er the field.
In rubbish lie the broken walls,
The river's gates now yield,
The flame runs through the palace-halls,
Where pamper'd riot reel'd.
“And Huzzab, weeping, captive led,
Shall leave her stable throne;
Her maids, with eyes like coral red,
Shall loud her fate bemoan.
Thus Nineveh, though old in years,
Must evermore be gone!
The rallying shout though each one hears,
Yet backward look shall none!
Shall leave her stable throne;
Her maids, with eyes like coral red,
Shall loud her fate bemoan.
Thus Nineveh, though old in years,
Must evermore be gone!
The rallying shout though each one hears,
Yet backward look shall none!
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“Rise, seize the spoil of silver clear,
And gold of endless store;
Thy heart with plunder, warrior, cheer—
Her glory now is o'er.
Each heart doth melt, each sinew shrink,
Through pain and terror sore;
Despair doth quite their spirit drink:
They fall—to rise no more.
And gold of endless store;
Thy heart with plunder, warrior, cheer—
Her glory now is o'er.
Each heart doth melt, each sinew shrink,
Through pain and terror sore;
Despair doth quite their spirit drink:
They fall—to rise no more.
“Like ravening lions, fierce and dire,
Her children ravaged round,
Despoiling towns by sword and fire,
In blood the nations drown'd.
But God, aroused to flaming ire,
Shall all her power confound;
Nor herald's voice, nor thrilling lyre,
Shall in her chambers sound.”
Her children ravaged round,
Despoiling towns by sword and fire,
In blood the nations drown'd.
But God, aroused to flaming ire,
Shall all her power confound;
Nor herald's voice, nor thrilling lyre,
Shall in her chambers sound.”
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