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Lines To A Fair Jewess.
I see thee quite scatter'd , and fallen the crown , God-given , that formerly was all thine own , Like the stones of the temple , alas ! now downcast , No arch to declare the bright splendour long past : Yet still when His thunders we hear in the sky , We look out in expectance , but not with thine eye ,
For thine eye as it longs for the opening day , Sees hope in each glimpse of Jehovah ' s bright ray . Then , daughter of Judah , be ' t our ' s to implore For thee and thy nation the God we adore ; That thy strength may return , that thy hope may come back , As the clay-beam succeeds to the stormiest
rack—That thou may ' st in Israel th y home find once more , Thy temptings , thy trials , thy miseries o ' er : And as eve ' s latest glimpse is so often its best , Be brightest of all the calm eve of thy rest ! EDWARD RALEIGH MORAN .
Lays Of The Crusades.
LAYS OF THE CRUSADES .
V . —THE CRIMES , PILGRIMAGES , AND PENANCES , OF FULK DE NERRA , COUNT OF ANJOU . A BLOODY man was Fulk , Count of Anjou—The whole of his murders none ever knew ; But well it is known that in flames of fire
He roasted one wife , in his awful ire . A man abhorred was Fulk , Count of Anjou—On his hated head men ' s curses he drew—The women fled shrieking at sight of his face : For man , nor for woman , had he any grace . A haunted man was the Count of Anjou—Devils danced round him , black , red , and blue ! The ghosts of the murder'd before him grinned , Fearfully telling him how he had sinned .
A wretched man was the Count of Anjou—Remorse—he called it repentance true—Drove him at last to the Holy Land , To wash out the stains from his bloody hand . A pilgrim man was Fulk , Count of Anjou—Heaven ' s anger still seemed him to pursue : The ship that he sailed in was tost with storms , And before his eyes there flash'd terrible forms .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Lines To A Fair Jewess.
I see thee quite scatter'd , and fallen the crown , God-given , that formerly was all thine own , Like the stones of the temple , alas ! now downcast , No arch to declare the bright splendour long past : Yet still when His thunders we hear in the sky , We look out in expectance , but not with thine eye ,
For thine eye as it longs for the opening day , Sees hope in each glimpse of Jehovah ' s bright ray . Then , daughter of Judah , be ' t our ' s to implore For thee and thy nation the God we adore ; That thy strength may return , that thy hope may come back , As the clay-beam succeeds to the stormiest
rack—That thou may ' st in Israel th y home find once more , Thy temptings , thy trials , thy miseries o ' er : And as eve ' s latest glimpse is so often its best , Be brightest of all the calm eve of thy rest ! EDWARD RALEIGH MORAN .
Lays Of The Crusades.
LAYS OF THE CRUSADES .
V . —THE CRIMES , PILGRIMAGES , AND PENANCES , OF FULK DE NERRA , COUNT OF ANJOU . A BLOODY man was Fulk , Count of Anjou—The whole of his murders none ever knew ; But well it is known that in flames of fire
He roasted one wife , in his awful ire . A man abhorred was Fulk , Count of Anjou—On his hated head men ' s curses he drew—The women fled shrieking at sight of his face : For man , nor for woman , had he any grace . A haunted man was the Count of Anjou—Devils danced round him , black , red , and blue ! The ghosts of the murder'd before him grinned , Fearfully telling him how he had sinned .
A wretched man was the Count of Anjou—Remorse—he called it repentance true—Drove him at last to the Holy Land , To wash out the stains from his bloody hand . A pilgrim man was Fulk , Count of Anjou—Heaven ' s anger still seemed him to pursue : The ship that he sailed in was tost with storms , And before his eyes there flash'd terrible forms .