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Poetry.
Poetry .
How teems the earth with rage conceal'd . Too well Aleppo ' s fall revealed ; Too well her towers , with crash profound , Her temples levell'd to the ground ; Her fleeting pomp , the dread awoke Of spreading ruin ' s awful stroke ; When Fate o ' er Syria ' s hapless land Stretch'd darkly its destroying hand , And veil'd in overwhelming gloom , The promise of a brighter doom .
No direful omens caution gave ; No priest foretold the yawning grave ; No wond ' rous portents fill'd the sky ; ' Mute was the prophet ' s warning cry : No jarring elements combin'd To mark the vengeance Heaven design'd .
Alas . ' unconscious of the snare That eve ' s advancing shades prepare /' Aleppo ' s tribes , serenely gay , Enjoy the lingering beams of day : No more the noontide heat prevails , Fresh soothing odours load the gales That gently o ' er the roseate bowers Spread the soft balm of dewy showers
. What plaintive sounds the hour endear 11 'Tis sweet the shepherd ' s reed to hear ; Grateful the hum that bees prolong , And Philomel ' s melodious song .
To bask in eve ' s refreshing air , J Now to the spacious roofs repair Unfetter'd bands ; with pleasing tales Some elder sage the group regales , While youths ancl maids , assembling near , The harmless jest delighted hear . Some beauteous nymph , whose tresses own
The rose ' s fragrance round them thrown , Reclining there , perchance obtains The homage of admiring swains ; And , listening to the tender si ghs That Love ' s imagin'd pang supplies , Attunes her gentle lute , and sings In concert with th' awaken'd strings .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
Poetry .
How teems the earth with rage conceal'd . Too well Aleppo ' s fall revealed ; Too well her towers , with crash profound , Her temples levell'd to the ground ; Her fleeting pomp , the dread awoke Of spreading ruin ' s awful stroke ; When Fate o ' er Syria ' s hapless land Stretch'd darkly its destroying hand , And veil'd in overwhelming gloom , The promise of a brighter doom .
No direful omens caution gave ; No priest foretold the yawning grave ; No wond ' rous portents fill'd the sky ; ' Mute was the prophet ' s warning cry : No jarring elements combin'd To mark the vengeance Heaven design'd .
Alas . ' unconscious of the snare That eve ' s advancing shades prepare /' Aleppo ' s tribes , serenely gay , Enjoy the lingering beams of day : No more the noontide heat prevails , Fresh soothing odours load the gales That gently o ' er the roseate bowers Spread the soft balm of dewy showers
. What plaintive sounds the hour endear 11 'Tis sweet the shepherd ' s reed to hear ; Grateful the hum that bees prolong , And Philomel ' s melodious song .
To bask in eve ' s refreshing air , J Now to the spacious roofs repair Unfetter'd bands ; with pleasing tales Some elder sage the group regales , While youths ancl maids , assembling near , The harmless jest delighted hear . Some beauteous nymph , whose tresses own
The rose ' s fragrance round them thrown , Reclining there , perchance obtains The homage of admiring swains ; And , listening to the tender si ghs That Love ' s imagin'd pang supplies , Attunes her gentle lute , and sings In concert with th' awaken'd strings .