The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq
Thomas Moore
Then sunk the star of Solyma; Then pass''d her glory''s ray, Like heath, that in the wilderness; The wild wind whirls away. Silent and waste her bowers, Where once the mighty trod, And sunk those guilty towers, Where Baal reign''d as god. “Go,”— said the LoRD–“ye conquerors: Steep in her blood your swords, And raze to earth her battlements;| * “I have lest mine heritage; I have given the dearly- beloved of my soul into the hands of her enemies.”—Jer xii. 7. + “Do not disgrace the throne ...