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The Fall Of Nineveh. Book The Fourth

Sunrise: Assyrian soldiers from their tents
Come forth to worship; but, when from their knees
Arising, they look round, lo! where, at eve,
In peace the hosts of nations had encamped,
Voids, threatening war at hand! Wonder, and fear,
Filled all beholders. Whitherward had fled,
And silently, unseen, armies so vast,
Greatly they marvelled: but, forth looking soon--
Scarce two leagues from the wall, in the sun's glare
Fitfully seen, behold! tents numberless,
The glint of arms; and one tall gonfalon;
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