Are the widows of Ashur loud in their wail? Are the idols all broke in the temple of Baal? Has the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, now melted like snow in the glance of the Lord?
One certainly hopes so, although one doesn’t expect George Gordon Byron (1788–1824) to be t…
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