The book Tempe Vale And Other Poems was written by author James Newton Matthews Here you can read free online of Tempe Vale And Other Poems book, rate and share your impressions in comments. If you don't know what to write, just answer the question: Why is Tempe Vale And Other Poems a good or bad book?
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The visions of terror That haunt us by night, Like shadows take wing At the first flush of light; But the breast of despair Still in anguish must fret, For the curse is upon it It cannot forget. THE BUEDEN OF BABYLON. O Babylon, O Babylon, The Lord hath made. His purpose known; His anger, like a seething sea, Swells at thy gate, And Sodom s fate Alas, proud city, is reserved for thee. O Babylon, O Babylon, Soon, soon, thy glory shall be gone; Beneath thy godless roofs shall run E en the warm bl...ood Of motherhood, [one ! And none escape His vengeance nay, not O Babylon, O Babylon, Never again as years go on, Shall shepherds fold their flocks by thee ; Nor Arab pitch His tent, nor hitch His camel by thy cool pomegranate tree. O Babylon, O Babylon, The winds shall o er thy ruins moan; Within thy desolated halls, Shall flit the owl, And wild beasts prowl, And dancing satyrs hold their carnivals. (82) BEHIND THE VEIL. I As a painter walked forth in the dawn, half- adreara, He saw the green splendor of sumptuous trees Waving under the winds, and his eyes drank the gleam Of the blue vagues above him like pendu lous seas; The world was a picture, so fair and so line, That the artist beheld it with marvelling eyes, But he saw not the hand of the Painter divine, "Who stood at his easel, just back of the skies.
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