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Snatch'd the food from her, trod it on the ground,
Fountain of Siloa—Night-An approaching Storm.
Javan, while I tread The path of duty I am following him, And loving whom I ought to love, love him.
If thou couldst save or succour—if this night
Oh, dearest, think awhile ! It matters little at what hour o' the day The righteous fall asleep, death cannot come To him untimely who is fit to die : The less of this cold world, the more of heaven, The briefer life, the earlier immortality. But every moment to the man of guilt And bloodshed, one like- ah me! like my father, Each instant rescued from the grasp of death, May be a blessed chosen opportunity
For the everlasting mercy—Think what 'tis
Go! go, dearest ! If I were dying, I would have thee go Oh! thou inspher’d, unearthly loveliness! Danger may gather round thee, like the clouds Round one of heaven's pure stars, thou'lt hold within Thy course unsullied.
Titus, PLACIDUS, TERENTIUS, SOLDIERS, SIMON.
Who's this, that stands unmoved
Titus, dost thou think that Rome Shall quench the fire that burns within yon Temple ? Ay, when your countless and victorious cohorts, Ay, when your Cæsar's throne, your Capitol Have fallen before it.
Madman, Speak! what art thou ?
It is hem
Knit them close, See that ye rivet well their galling links.
(Holding up the chains.) And ye’ve no finer flax to gyve me with ?
Hark! hark! the shrieks Of those that perish in the flames. Too late I came to spare, it wraps the fabric round. Fate, Fate, I feel thou’rt mightier than Cæsar,
He cannot save what thou hast doom'd! Back,
They are friends, Bound here to meet me, and behold the last Of our devoted city. Look, oh Christians ! Still the Lord's house survives man's fallen dwellings, And wears its ruins with a majesty Peculiar and divine. Still, still it stands, All one wide fire, and yet no stone hath fallen.
Hark-hark ! The feeble cry of an expiring nation.
Hark-hark ! The awe-struck shout of the unboasting conqueror
Hark-hark ! It breaks-it severs—it is on the earth. The smother'd fires are quench'd in their own ruins : Like a huge dome, the vast and cloudy smoke Hath cover'd all.
And it is now no more,
Even so shall perish,
behold, And in that judgment look upon thine own!
One summers day, near Sutton's Park,
As gazing from a hill,
Drink at the cooling rill.
And, wondering much, pursued my way,
When lo! a harmless wight
And wicked men by night.