my friend
\nand brother
\nGrey<\/p>\n
sent this to
\nthe tribe
\nthe other day<\/p>\n
it’s Lord Byron no less…<\/p>\n
I really like it!<\/p>\n
The Destruction of Sennacherib<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,<\/span> Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green,<\/span> For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,<\/span> And there lay the steed with his nostrils all wide,<\/span> And there lay the rider distorted and pale,<\/span> And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,<\/span> my friend and brother Grey sent this to the tribe the other day it’s Lord Byron no less… I really like it! The Destruction of Sennacherib The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were … Continue reading
\n And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;<\/span>
\n And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,<\/span>
\n When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n That host with their banners at sunset were seen:<\/span>
\n Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown,<\/span>
\n That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed:<\/span>
\n And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,<\/span>
\n And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!<\/span><\/p>\n
\n But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride:<\/span>
\n And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,<\/span>
\n And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail;<\/span>
\n And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,<\/span>
\n The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;<\/span>
\n And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,<\/span>
\n Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"