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 PALESTINE, 
 
 A PRIZE-POEM, 
 
 RECITED 
 
 IN THE THEATRE, OXFORD, 
 June 15, 1803.
 
 S. Collingwood,, Printer, Oxford. 

 
 PALESTINE. 
 
 SYNOPSIS. 
 
 LAMENTATION over the miferies of Palefline 
 
 — The guardian angels of the land invoked — 
 Subject propofed — Prefent appearance of the coun- 
 try, with its prefent inhabitants geographically de- 
 fcribed, beginning from the north — The Drufes, 
 from their fituation and importance, firfl noticed — 
 Contrail between the inhabitants of mountain and 
 plain — Saracens and Bedouins (Nebaioth and Ke- 
 d ar ) — Modern Jews — their degraded flate of ba- 
 nifhment — Appeal to the Almighty in their behalf, 
 founded upon his miraculous interpofitions of old — 
 Their former greatnefs — David — Solomon — His 
 fplendour — Popular fuperftitions refpe6ling him — 
 Improved flate of the arts among the Jews — Their 
 Temple — Firmnefs of the Jews under misfortunes — 
 derived principally from their hopes of the Meffiah 
 
 — His advent — miracles — crucifixion — Confequent 
 punifhment of the Jews, in the deflru&ion of Je- 
 
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 rufalem by the Romans, and total defolation of the 
 country — Scenes of ChrifVs fufFerings, however, con- 
 tinued to be venerated — Pilgrimages — Holy Sepul- 
 chre — Emprefs Helena — Crufades — Nations which 
 embarked in them defcribed — Englilh heroifm — 
 Edward the Firfr. — Richard Cceur de Lion — Palef- 
 tine ftill the fcene of Britifh valour — Acre — Con- 
 cluiion.
 
 PALESTINE. 
 
 JtvEFT of thy fons, amid thy foes forlorn, 
 Mourn, widow'd queen, forgotten Sion, mourn ! 
 Is this thy place, fad City, this thy throne, 
 Where the wild defert rears it's craggy ftone ? 
 While funs unblefl; their angry lufcre fling, 5 
 
 And way-worn pilgrims feek the fcanty fpring ? — 
 Where now thy pomp, which ki ngs with envy view'd ? 
 Where now thy might, which all thofe kings fubdu'd? 
 No martial myriads mutter in thy gate ; 
 No fuppliant nations in thy Temple wait ; 10 
 
 No prophet bards, thy glittering courts among, 
 Wake the full lyre, and fwell the tide of fong : 
 
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 But lawlefs Might, and meagre Want is there, 
 And the quick-darting eye of reftlefs Fear, 
 While cold Oblivion, 'mid thy ruins laid, 15 
 
 Folds his dank wing beneath the ivy fhade. 
 
 Ye guardian faints ! ye warrior fons of heaven, 
 To whofe high care Judaea's ftate was given ! 
 O wont of old your nightly watch to keep, 
 A hoft of gods, on Sion's towery fteep ! 20 
 
 If e'er your fecret footfteps linger Hill 
 By Siloa's fount, or Tabor's echoing hill, 
 If e'er your fong on Salem's glories dwell, 
 And mourn the captive land you lov'd fo well ; 
 (For, oft, 'tis faid, in Kedron's palmy vale a_y 
 
 Myfterious harpings fwell the midnight gale, 
 And, bleft as balmy dews that Hermon cheer, 
 Melt in foft cadence on the pilgrim's ear ;) 
 Forgive, bleft fpirits, if a theme fo high 
 Mock the weak notes of mortal minftrelfy ! so
 
 Yet, might your aid this anxious breaft infpire 
 With one faint fpark of Milton's feraph fire, 
 Then fhould my Mufe afcend with bolder flight, 
 And wave her eagle-wing exulting in the light. 
 
 O happy once in heaven's peculiar love, 35 
 
 Delight of men below, and faints above ! 
 
 Tho', Salem, now, the fpoiler's ruffian hand 
 
 Has loos'd his hell-hounds o'er thy wafted land ; 
 
 Tho' weak, and whelm'd beneath the ftorms of fate, 
 
 Thy houfe is left unto thee defolate ; 40 
 
 Tho' thy proud ftones in cumbrous ruin fall, 
 
 And feas of fand o'ertop thy mouldering wall ; 
 
 Yet fhall the Mufe to Fancy's ardent view 
 
 Each fhadowy trace of faded pomp renew : 
 
 And as the feer on Pifgah's topmoft brow 45 
 
 With gliftening eye beheld the plain below, 
 
 With prefcient ardour drank the fcented gale, 
 
 And bade the opening glades of Canaan hail ; 
 
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 Her eagle eye fhall fcan the profpect wide, 
 
 From Carmel's cliffs to Almotana's tide ; 50 
 
 The flinty wafle, the cedar-tufted hill, 
 
 The liquid health of fmooth Ardeni's rill ; 
 
 The grot, where, by the watch-fire's evening 
 
 blaze, 
 The robber riots, or the hermit prays j 
 Or, where the temper! rives the hoary ftone, $$ 
 The wintry top of giant Lebanon. 
 
 Fierce, hardy, proud, in confcious freedom bold, 
 Thofe flormy feats the warrior Drufes hold ; 
 From Norman blood their lofty line they trace, 
 Their lion courage proves their generous race. 6a 
 They, only they, while all around them kneel 
 In fullen homage to the Thracian fteel, 
 Teach their pale defpot's waning moon to fear 
 The patriot terrors of the mountain fpear.
 
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 Yes, valorous chiefs, while yet your fabres fhine, 
 The native guard of feeble Paleftine, 66 
 
 O ever thus, by no vain boafl difmay'd, 
 Defend the birthright of the cedar fhade ! 
 What tho' no more for you the confcious gale 
 Swells the white bofom of the Tyrian fail ; 70 
 
 Tho' now no more your glittering marts unfold 
 Sidonian dyes and Lufitanian gold ; 
 Tho' not for you the pale and fickly flave 
 Forgets the light in Ophir's wealthy cave -, 
 Yet your's the lot, in proud contentment bleft, 75 
 Where cheerful labour leads to tranquil reft. 
 No robber rage the ripening harveft knows ; 
 And unreftrain'd the generous vintage flows : 
 Nor lefs your fons to manlieft deeds afpire, 
 And Afia's mountains glow with Spartan fire. 80 
 
 So when, deep linking in the rofy main, 
 The weftern Sun forfakes the Syrian plain,
 
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 His watery rays refracted luftre fried, 
 
 And pour their lateft light on Carmers head. 
 
 Yet Urines your praife, amid furroundmg gloom, 
 As the lone lamp that trembles in the tomb : 86 
 For, few the fouls that fpurn a tyrant's chain, 
 And fmall the bounds of freedom's fcanty reign. 
 As the poor outcaft on the cheerlefs wild, 
 Arabia's parent, clafp'd her fainting child, 90 
 
 And wander'd near the roof no more her home, 
 Forbid to linger, yet afraid to roam : 
 My forrowing Fancy quits the happier height, 
 And fouthward throws her half-averted light. 
 For fad the fcenes Judaea's plains difclofe, 95 
 
 A dreary wafte of undiftinguifh'd woes : 
 See War untir'd his crimfon pinions fpread, 
 And foul Revenge that tramples on the dead ! 
 Lo, where from far the guarded fountains fhine, 
 Thy tents, Nebaioth, rife, and Kedar, thine ! 100
 
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 'Tis your's the boaft to mark the Granger's way, 
 And fpur your headlong chargers on the prey, 
 Or roufe your nightly numbers from afar, 
 And on the hamlet pour the wafte of war ; 
 Nor fpare the hoary head, nor bid your eye 105 
 Revere the facred fmile of infancy. 
 Such now the clans, whofe fiery courfers feed 
 Where waves on Kifhon's bank the whifpering reed; 
 And their' s the foil, where, curling to the Ikies, 
 Smokes onGerizim's mount Samaria's facrifice. no 
 While Ifrael's fons, by fcorpion curfes driven, 
 Outcafts of earth, and reprobate of heaven, 
 Through the wide world in hopelefs exile ftray, 
 Remorfe and fhame fole comrades of their way, 
 In dumb defpair their country's wrongs behold, 115 
 And, dead to glory, only burn for gold. 
 
 O Thou, their Guide, their Father, and their Lord, 
 Lov'd for Thy mercies, for Thy power ador'd \
 
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 If at Thy Name the waves forgot their force, 
 
 And refluent Jordan fought his trembling fource; 120 
 
 If at Thy Name like meep the mountains fled, 
 
 And haughty Sirion bow'd his marble head ; — 
 
 To Ifrael's woes a pitying ear incline, 
 
 And raife from earth Thy long-neglected vine ! 
 
 Her rifled fruits behold the heathen bear, 125 
 
 And wild-wood boars her mangled clufters tear. 
 
 Was it for this fhe ftretch'd her peopled reign 
 
 From far Euphrates to the weftern main ? 
 
 For this, o'er many a hill her boughs fhe threw, 
 
 And her wide arms like goodly cedars grew ? 130 
 
 For this, proud Edom flept beneath her fhade, 
 
 And o'er the' Arabian deep her branches play'd ? 
 
 O feeble boaft of tranlitory power ! 
 Vain, fruitlefs truft of Judah's happier hour ! 
 Not fuch their hope, when through the parted main 
 The cloudy wonder led the warrior train : 136
 
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 Not fuch their hope, when through the fieldsof night 
 The torch of heaven diffus'd its friendly light : 
 Not, when fierce Conquefl urg'd the onward war, 
 And hurl'd ftern Canaan from his iron car : 140 
 Nor, when five monarchs led to Gibeon's fight, 
 In rude array, the harnefs'd Amorite ; 
 Yes — in that hour, by mortal accents flay'd, 
 The lingering Sun his fiery wheels delay 'd -, 
 The Moon, obedient, trembled at the found, 145 
 Curb'd her pale car, and check'd her mazy round ! 
 
 Let Sinai tell — for fhe beheld his might, 
 And God's own darknefs veil'd her confcious height : 
 (He, cherub-borne, upon the whirlwind rode, 
 And the red mountain like a furnace glow'd :) 150 
 Let Sinai tell — but who fhall dare recite 
 His praife, his power, eternal, infinite ? — 
 Awe-flruck I ceafe ; nor bid my {trains afpire, 
 Or ferve his altar with unhallow'd fire.
 
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 Such were the cares that watch'd o'er Ifrael's fate, 
 And fuch the glories of their infant ftate. i$6 
 
 — Triumphant race ! and did your power decay ? 
 Fail'd the bright promife of your early day ? 
 No ; — by that fword, which, red with heathen gore, 
 A giant fpoil, the ftripling champion bore; 160 
 
 By him, the chief to farther!: India known, 
 The mighty mafter of the ivory throne ; 
 In heaven's own ftrength, high towering o'er her foes, 
 Victorious Salem's lion banner rofe : 
 Before her footftool proftrate nations lay, 165 
 
 And varTal tyrants crouch'd beneath her fway. 
 — And he, the warrior fage, whofe reftlefs mind 
 Through nature's mazes wander'd unconfin'd ; 
 Who every bird, and beaft, and infect knew, 
 And fpake of every plant that quaffs the dew ; 170 
 To him were known — fo Hagar's offspring tell — 
 The powerful figill and the ftarry fpell ; 
 The midnight call, hell's fhadowy legions dread,
 
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 And founds that burft the flumbers of the dead. 
 Hence all his might ; for, who could thefe oppofe ? 
 And Tadmor thus, and Syrian Balbec rofe. 176 
 
 Yet e'en the works of toiling Genii fall, 
 And vain was Eftakhar's enchanted wall. 
 In frantic converfe with the mournful wind, 
 There oft the houfelefs Santon refts reclin'd ; 1S0 
 Strange fhapes he views, and drinks with wondering 
 
 ears 
 The voices of the dead, and fongs of other years. 
 
 Such, the faint echo of departed praife, 
 Still found Arabia's legendary lays ; 
 And thus their fabling bards delight to tell 185 
 How lovely were thy tents, O Ifrael ! 
 
 For thee his ivory load Behemoth bore, 
 And far Sofala teem'd with golden ore ; 
 Thine all the Arts that wait on wealth's increafe, 
 Or bafk and wanton in the beam of peace. 190
 
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 When Tyber flept beneath the cyprefs gloom, 
 And lilence held the lonely woods of Rome ; 
 Or ere to Greece the builder's fkill was known, 
 Or the light chifel brulTi'd the Parian ftone ; 
 Yet here fair Science nurs'd her infant fire, 195 
 Fann'd by the artift aid of friendly Tyre. 
 Then tower'd the palace, then in awful ftate 
 The Temple rear'd it's everlafting gate. 
 No workman Heel, no ponderous axes rung ; 
 Like fome tall palm the noifelefs fabric fprung. 200 
 Majeftic lilence ! — then the harp awoke, 
 The cymbal clang'd,the deep-voic'd trumpet fpoke; 
 And Salem fpread her fuppliant arms abroad, 
 Ey'd the defcending name, and blefs'd the prefent 
 God. 
 
 Nor fhrunk fhe then, when, raging deep and loud, 
 Beat o'er her foul the billows of the proud. 206 
 E'en they who, dragg'd to Shinar's fiery fand, 
 Till'd with reluctant ftrength the ftranger's land ;
 
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 Who fadly told the flow-revolving years, 209 
 
 And fteep'd the captive's bitter bread with tears ; — 
 Yet oft their hearts with kindling hopes would burn, 
 Their deftin'd triumphs, and their glad return : 
 And their fad lyres, which, iilent and unftrung, 
 In mournful ranks on Babel's willows hung, 
 Would oft awake to chaunt their future fame, 215 
 And from the ikies their lingering Saviour claim. 
 His promis'd aid could every fear controul 5 
 This nerv'd the warrior's arm, this fteel'd the martyr's 
 foul ! 
 
 Nor vain their hope:— bright beaming through 
 the Iky, 
 Burft in full blaze the Day-fpring from on high j 
 Earth's utmoft ifles exulted at the light, 221 
 
 And crowding nations drank the orient light. 
 Lo, flar-led chiefs AfTyrian odours bring, 
 And bending Magi feek their infant king !
 
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 Mark'd ye, where, hovering o'er his radiant head, 
 The dove's white wings celeflial glory fhed ? 226 
 Daughter of Sion ! virgin queen ! rejoice ! 
 Clap the glad hand, and lift the' exulting voice ! 
 He comes, — but not in regal fplendour dreft, 
 The haughty diadem, the Tyrian veft ; 230 
 
 Not arm'd in flame, all glorious from afar, 
 Of hofrs the chieftain, and the lord of war: 
 Meffiah comes : — let furious difcord ceafe ; 
 Be peace on earth before the Prince of peace ! 
 Difeafe and anguifh feel his bleft controul, 235 
 
 And howling fiends releafe the tortur'd foul ; 
 The beams of gladnefs hell's dark caves illume,. 
 And Mercy broods above the diftant gloom. 
 
 Thou paliied earth, with noonday night o'erfpread ! 
 Thou iickening fun, fo dark, fo deep, fo red! 240 
 Ye hovering ghofts, that throng the ftarlefs air, 
 Why makes the earth ? why fades the light ? declare !
 
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 Are thofe his limbs, with ruthlefs fcourges torn ? 
 His brows, all bleeding with the twilled thorn ? 
 His the pale form, the meek forgiving eye 245 
 
 Kais'd from the crofs in patient agony ? 
 —-Be dark, thou fun, — thou noonday night arife, 
 And hide, oh hide the dreadful facrifice ! 
 
 Ye faithful few, by bold affection led, 
 
 Who round the Saviour's crofs your forrows fhed, 
 
 Not for his fake your tearful vigils keep; — 2J1 
 
 Weep for your country, for your children weep ! 
 
 — Vengeance ! thy fiery wing their race purfu'd ; 
 
 Thy thirfty poniard blufh'd with infant blood. 
 
 Rous'd at thy call, and panting ftill for game, 255 
 
 The bird of war, the Latian cade came. 
 
 Then Judah rag'd, belov'd of heaven no more, 
 
 With ileamy carnage drunk and focial gore : 
 
 He faw his fons by dubious flaughter fall, 
 
 And war without, and death within the wall. 260 
 
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 Wide-wafting Plague, gaunt Famine, mad Defpair, 
 And dire Debate, and clamorous Strife was there: 
 Love, ftrong as Death, retain'd his might no more, 
 And the pale parent drank her children's gore. 
 Yet they, who wont to roam the' enfanguin'd plain, 
 And fpurn with fell delight their kindred flain ; 266 
 E'en they, when, high above the dufty fight, 
 Their burning Temple rofe in lurid light, 
 To their lov'd altars paid a parting groan, 
 And in their country's woes forgot their own. 270 
 
 As 'mid the cedar courts, and gates of gold, 
 The trampled ranks in miry carnage roll'd ; 
 To fave their Temple every hand eflay'd, 
 And with cold fingers grafp'd the feeble blade : 
 Through their torn veins reviving fury ran, 275 
 And life's laft anger warm'd the dying man. 
 
 But heavier far the fetter'd captive's doom ! 
 To glut with fighs the iron ear of Rome :
 
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 To fwell, flow pacing by the car's tall fide, 
 
 The ftoic tyrant's philofophic pride ; 280 
 
 To ficfh the lion's ravenous jaws, or feci 
 
 The fportive fury of the fencer's fteel ; 
 
 Or pant, deep plung'd beneath the fultry mine, 
 
 For the light gales of balmy Paleftine. 
 
 Ah ! fruitful now no more, — an empty coaft, 285 
 She mourn'd her fons enflav'd, her glories loll : 
 In her wide ftreets the lonely raven bred, 
 There bark'd the wolf, and dire hyaenas fed. 
 Yet midft her towery fanes, in ruin laid, 
 The pilgrim faint his murmuring vefpers paid ; 290 
 'Twas his to climb the tufted rocks, and rove 
 The chequer'd twilight of the olive grove ; 
 'Twas his to bend beneath the facred gloom, 
 And wear with many a kifs Meffiah's tomb : 
 While forms celeftial fill'd his tranced eye, 29? 
 The day-light dreams of penfive piety,
 
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 O'er his ftill breaft a tearful fervour Hole, 
 And fofter forrows charm'd the mourner's foul. 
 
 Oh, lives there one, who mocks his artlefs zeal ? 
 Too proud to worlTiip, and too wife to feel ? ?oo 
 Be his the foul with wintry Reafon bleft, 
 The dull, lethargic fovereign of the breaft ! 
 Be his the life that creeps in dead repofe, 
 No joy that fparkles, and no tear that flows ! 
 
 Far other they who rear'd yon pompous fhrine, 
 And bade the rock with Parian marble mine. 306 
 Then hallow'd Peace renew'd her wealthy reign, 
 Then altars fmok'd, and Sion fmii'd again. 
 There fculptur'd gold and coftly gems were feen, 
 And all the bounties of the Britim queen ; 310 
 There barbarous kings their fandal'd nations led, 
 And fteel-clad champions bow'd the crefted 
 head.
 
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 There, when her fiery race the defart pour'd, 
 And pale Byzantium fear'd Medina's fword, 
 When coward Alia fhook in trembling woe, 3 15 
 And bent appall'd before the Baclrian bow ; 
 From the moift regions of the weftern ftar 
 The wandering hermit wak'd the florm of war. 
 Their limbs all iron, and their fouls all flame, 
 A countlefs hoft, the red-crofs warriors came : 3:0 
 E'en hoary priefts the facred combat wage, 
 And clothe in Heel the palficd arm of age ; 
 While beardlefs youths and tender maids affume 
 The weighty morion and the glancing plume. 
 In bafhful pride the warrior virgins wield 325 
 
 The ponderous falchion, and the h-:\ like fhield, 
 And Hart to fee their armour's iron gleam 
 Dance with blue luftre in Tabaria's ltream. 
 
 The blood-red banner floating o'er their van, 
 
 All madly blithe the mingled myriads ran : jjo 
 
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 Impatient Death beheld his deftin'd food, 
 
 And hovering vultures muff 'd the fcent of blood. 
 
 Not fuch the numbers nor the hoft fo dread 
 By northern Brenn, or Scythian Timur led, 
 Nor fuch the heart-infpiring zeal that bore 335 
 United Greece to Phrygia's reedy fhore ! 
 There Gaul's proud knights with boaftful mien ad- 
 vance, 
 Form the long line, and make the cornel lance ; 
 Here^ link'd with Thrace, in clofe battalions Hand 
 Aufonia's fons, a foft inglorious band ; 340 
 
 There the Hern Norman joins the Auftrian train, 
 And the dark tribes of late-reviving Spain ; 
 Here in black files, advancing firm and flow, 
 Victorious Albion twangs the deadly bow : — 
 Albion, — ftill prompt the captive's wrong to aid, 
 And wield in freedom's caufe the freeman's gene- 
 rous blade ! 346
 
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 Ye fainted fpirits of the warrior dead, 
 Whofe giant force Britannia's armies led ! 
 Whofe bickering falchions, foremoft in the fight, 
 Still pour'd confufion on the Soldan's might ; 350 
 Lords of the biting axe and beamy fpear, 
 Wide-conquering Edward, lion Richard, hear! 
 At Albion's call your crefted pride refume, 
 And burit the-unarble {lumbers of the tomb ! 
 Your fons behold, in arm, in heart the fame, 355 
 Still prefs the footfteps of parental fame, 
 To Salem ftill their generous aid fupply, 
 And pluck the palm of Syrian chivalry ! 
 
 When he, from towery Malta's yielding ifie, 
 And the green waters of reluctant Nile, 2 6o 
 
 The' Apoftate chief, — from Mifraim's fubject more 
 To Acre's walls his trophied banners bore ; 
 When the pale defart mark'd his proud array, 
 And Defolation hop'd an ampler fway ;
 
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 What hero then triumphant Gaul difmay'd ? 36$ 
 What arm repell'd the victor Renegade ? 
 Britannia's champion ! — bath'd in hoftile blood, 
 High on the breach the dauntlefs Seaman ftood: 
 Admiring Alia faw the' unequal fight, — 
 E'en the pale crefcent blefs'd the Christian's might. 
 Oh day of death ! Oh thirft, beyond controul, 371 
 Of crimfon conqueft in the' Invader's fcul ! 
 The flain, yet warm, by focial footfteps trod, 
 O'er the red moat fupplied a panting road ; 
 O'er the red moat our conquering thunders flew, 
 And loftier Hill the grifly rampire grew. 376 
 
 While proudly glow'd above the refcu'd tower 
 The wavy crofs that mark'd Britannia's power. 
 
 Yet (till deftruction fweeps the lonely plain, 
 And heroes lift the generous fword in vain. 380 
 Still o'er her fky the clouds of anger roll, 
 And God's revenge hangs heavy on her foul.
 
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 Yet fhall me rife-, — but not by war reftor'd, 
 Not built in murder, — planted by the fword. 
 Yes, Salem, thou malt rife : thy Father's aid 385 
 Shall heal the wound His chaftening hand has made ; 
 Shall judge the proud oppreflbr's ruthlefs fway, 
 And burft his brazen bonds, and carl: his cords away. 
 Then on your tops fhall deathlefs verdure fpring, 
 Ereak forth, ye mountains, and ye vallies, fing ! 390 
 No more your thirfty rocks fhall frown forlorn, 
 The unbeliever's jeft, the heathen's fcorn ; 
 The fultry fands fhall tenfold harvefts yield, 
 And a new Eden deck the thorny field. 
 E'en now perhaps, wide waving o'er the land, 39J 
 The mighty Angel lifts his golden wand ; 
 Courts the bright vifion of defcending power, 
 Tells every gate, and meafures every tower j 
 And chides the tardy feals that yet detain 
 Thy Lion, Judah, from his deftind reign. 40a
 
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 And who is He ? the vaft, the awful form, 
 Girt with the whirlwind, fandal'd with the ftorm ? 
 A weflern cloud around his limbs is fpread, 
 His crown a rainbow, and a fun his head. 
 To higher!: heaven he lifts his kingly hand, 40^ 
 And treads at once the ocean and the land ; 
 And hark ! his voice amid the thunder's roar, 
 His dreadful voice, that time fhall be no more ! 
 
 Lo ! cherub hands the golden courts prepare, . 
 Lo ! thrones are fet, and every faint is there j 410 
 Earth's utmoft bounds confefs their awful fway, 
 The mountains worfhip, and the ifles obeyj 
 Nor fun nor moon they need, — nor day, nor night; — 1 
 God is their temple, and the Lamb their light ; 
 And fhall not Ifrael's fons exulting come, 415 
 
 Hail the glad beam, and claim their ancient home ? 
 On David's throne fhall David's offspring reign, 
 And the dry bones be warm with life again.
 
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 Hark! white-rob'd crowds their deep hofannas raife, 
 And the hoarfe flood repeats the found of praife ; 
 Ten thoufand harps attune the my flic fong, 424 
 Ten thoufand thoufand faints the ftrain prolong; — 
 P Worthy the Lamb ! omnipotent to fave, 
 K Who died, who lives, triumphant o'er the grave !" 
 
 REGINALD HEBER, 
 
 Commoner of Brazen-Nofe College.
 
 NOTES. 
 
 P. 6. ver. 1 6. 
 Folds his dank wing beneath the ivy fhade. 
 
 Alluding to the ufual manner in which fleep is repre- 
 fented in ancient ftatues. See alfo Pindar, Pyth. I. v. 16, 
 17. " Kvuxrcruiv vygov vmtov auwpei" 
 
 P. 6. ver. 17. 
 Ye guardian faints! ye warrior fons of heaven. 
 
 Authorities for thefe celeftial warriors may be found, 
 Joih. v. 13. 2 Kings vi. 2. 2 Mace. v. 3. Ibid. xi. Jofcph. 
 Ed. Hudl". vi. p. 1382. et alibi pafum. 
 
 P. 6. ver. 20. 
 
 A hod of gods, on Sioiis towcry Jlecp. 
 
 It is fcarcely neceffary to mention thejpifty fite of Je- 
 rufalem. " The hill of God is a high nill, even a high 
 " hill as the hill of Bafhan." 
 
 P. 6. ver. 26. 
 
 Myjhrious harpings fwell the midnight gale. 
 See Sandys, and other travellers into Afia.
 
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 P. 7. ver. 33. 
 Then fhould my Mufe afcend with bolder flight. 
 
 Common practice, and the authority of Milton, feem 
 fufflcient to juflify ufing this term as a perfonification of 
 poetry. 
 
 P. 7. ver. 45. 
 And as the Jeer on Pifgah's topmoft brow. 
 Mofes. 
 
 P. 8. ver. 50. 
 From Carmel's cliffs to Almotana's tide ; 
 
 The liquid health of fmooth Ardeni's rill. 
 
 Almotana is the oriental name for the Dead fea, as 
 Axdeni is for Jordan. 
 
 P. 8. ver. 53. 
 
 The grot, where, by the watch-fire's evening blaze, 
 The robber riots, or the hermit prays. 
 
 The mountains of Paleftine are full of caverns, which 
 are generally occupied in one or other of the methods 
 here mentioned. Vide Sandys, Maundrell, and Calmer., 
 paffim. 
 
 P. 8. ver. 58. 
 
 Thofe flormy feats the warrior Drufes hold. 
 
 The untameable fpirit, feodal cuftoms, and affection for 
 Europeans, which dillinguifli this extraordinary race, who
 
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 l)o;ift themfelvcs to be a remnant of the Crufaders, are 
 well dcfcribed in Pages. The account of their celebrated 
 Emir, Facciardini, in Sandys, is alio very interefling. 
 
 P. 8., ver. 63. 
 
 Teach their pale defpot's 'waning moon to fear 
 The patriot terrors of the mountain fpear. 
 
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 " The Turkifh fultans, whofc moon feems fall ap- 
 proaching to it's wane." Sir W. Jones's ill Dilcourfe to 
 the Afiatic Society. 
 
 P. 9. ver. 72. 
 Sidonian dyes and Lnfitanian gold. 
 
 The gold of the Tyrians chiefly came from Portugal, 
 which was probably their Tarlhilh. 
 
 P. 9. ver. 77. 
 
 No robber rage the ripening harveft knows ; 
 And unreftrain'd the generous vintage Hows. 
 
 In the fouthern parts of Palefline the inhabitants reap 
 their corn green, as they are not fure that it will ever be 
 allowed to come to maturity. The oppreflion to which 
 the cultivators of vineyards are fubjeel throughout the 
 Ottoman empire is well known. 
 
 P. 10. ver. 89. 
 
 As the poor outcaft on the cheerlefs wild, 
 Arabia s parent, clafp'd her fainting child. 
 
 I lagar.
 
 34 
 
 P. io. ver. 99. 
 
 Lo, where from far the guarded fountains mine. 
 
 The watering places are generally befet with Arabs, who 
 exa6t toll from all corners. See Harmer and Pages. 
 
 P. 10. ver. 100* 
 
 Thy tents, Nebaioth, rife, and Kedar, thine. 
 
 See Ammianus Marcellinus, lib. xiv. p. 43. Ed. Va- 
 lef. 
 
 P. 11. ver. 105. 
 
 Nor fpare the hoary head, nor bid your eye 
 Revere the facred fmile of infancy. 
 
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 Thine eye mail not fpare them." 
 
 P. 11. ver. no. 
 
 Smokes on Gerizim's mount Samaria s facrifice. 
 
 A miferable remnant of Samaritan worfhip ftill cxifts 
 on Mount Gerizim, Maundrell relates his converfation 
 with the high prieft. 
 
 P. 12. ver. 119. 
 
 If at Thy Name the waves forgot their force, 
 And refluent Jordan fought his trembling fource. 
 
 Pfalm cxiv. 
 
 P. 13. ver. 141. 
 
 Nor, when five monarchs led to Gibeon's fight, 
 In rude array, the harnefs'd Amorite. 
 
 Jofli. X.
 
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 P. 13. ver. 154. 
 Or ferve his altar with unhallow'd fire. 
 Alluding to the fate of Nadab and Abihu. 
 
 P. 14. ver. 161. 
 
 By him, the chief to fartheft India known, 
 The mighty mafter of the ivory throne. 
 
 Solomon. Ophir is by mod geographers placed in th« 
 Aurea Cherfonefus. See Tavernier and Raleigh. 
 
 P. 14. ver. 167. 
 
 And he, the warrior fage, whofe reftlefs mind 
 Through nature's mazes wander'd unconfin'd. 
 
 The Arabian mythology refpc&ing Solomon is in itfelf 
 ib fafcinating, is fo illuftrative of the prefent ftate of the 
 country, and on the whole fo agreeable to Scripture, that 
 it was judged improper to omit all mention of it, though 
 it's wildnefs might have operated as an objection to 
 making it a principal objedt in the poem, 
 
 P. 15. ver. 176. 
 
 And Tadmor thus, and Syrian Balbec rofe. 
 
 Palmyra was really built by Solomon, and univerfal 
 tradition marks him out, with great probability, as the 
 founder of Balbec. Eftakhar, an immenfe pile of ruinous 
 building, near the Euphrates, is alfo attributed to him by 
 the Arabs. See the Romance of Vathek. 
 
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 P. 15. ver. 179. 
 
 In frantic converfe with the mournful wind, 
 There oft the houfelefs Santon refts reclin'd. 
 
 It is well known that the Santons are real or affected 
 madmen, pretending to extraordinary fan&ity, who wan- 
 der about the country, fleeping in caves or old ruins. 
 
 P. 15. ver. 187. 
 
 For thee his ivory load Behemoth bore. 
 
 Behemoth is fometimes fuppofed to mean the elephant, 
 in which fenfe it is here ufed. 
 
 P. 15. ver. 188. 
 
 And far Sofala teem'd with golden ore. 
 
 An African port to the fouth of Bab-el-mandeb, cele- 
 brated for gold-mines. 
 
 P. 16. ver. 199. 
 No workman Heel, no ponderous axes rung. 
 
 " There was neither hammer, nor axe, nor any tool of 
 " iron, heard in the houfe while it was in building." 
 1 Kings vi. 7. 
 
 P. 16. ver. 203. 
 
 And Salem fpread her fuppliant arms abroad, 
 
 Ey'd the defcending flame, and blefs'd the living God. 
 
 " And when all the children of Ifrael favv how the fire
 
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 came down, and the glory of the Lord upon the houfe, 
 ** they bowed themfelves with their faces to the ground 
 " upon the pavement, and worfliippcd." 2 Chron. vii. 3. 
 
 P. 20. ver. 264. 
 And the pale parent drank her children's gore. 
 Jofeph. vi. p. 1275. Ed. Hudf. 
 
 P. 21. ver. 280. 
 Thejloie tyrant's philofophic pride. 
 
 I know not how Titus has acquired his fame for hu- 
 manity ; but the cruelties of the brutal Domitian, or the 
 frantic Caligula, are furely more excufable than the bar- 
 barities which this man, with the fmile of benignity on 
 his countenance, and the cant of philofophy on his tongue, 
 exercifed again ft a valiant people who dared to vindicate 
 their liberty. 
 
 P. 22. ver. 305. 
 
 Far other they who rear'd yon pompous Jhrlne, 
 
 The Temple of the Sepulchre. 
 
 P. 22. ver. 305. 
 And bade the rock with Parian marble mine. 
 See Cotovicus, p. 179. and from him Sandys. 
 
 P. 22. ver. 310. 
 
 And all the bounties of the Britijh queen, 
 
 St. Helena, who was, according to Camden, born at 
 Colchefter. See alfo Howel's Hift of the World.
 
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 P. 23. ver. 314. 
 
 And pale Byzantium fear'd Medina's fword, 
 
 And bent appall'd before the BaElrian bow. 
 
 The invafions of the civilized parts of Afia by the Ara- 
 bian and Turkifh Mahometans. 
 
 P. 23. ver. 318. 
 The wandering hermit wak'd the ftorm of war. 
 
 & 
 
 Peter the hermit. The world has been fo long accurtom- 
 ed to hear the Crufades confidered as the height of frenzy 
 and injuftice, that to undertake their defence might be per- 
 haps a hazardous talk. We mull however recollect, that, 
 had it not been for thefe extraordinary exertions of gene- 
 rous courage, the whole of Europe would perhaps have 
 fallen, and Chriftianity been buried in the ruins. It was 
 not, as Voltaire has falfely or weakly aflerted, a confpiracy 
 of robbers ; it was not an unprovoked attack on a diftant 
 and inoffenfive nation ; it was a blow aimed at the heart of 
 a moft powerful and aftive enemy. Had not the Chriftian 
 kingdoms of Alia been eftablifhed as a check to the Ma- 
 hometans, Italy, and the fcanty remnant of Chriftianity 
 in Spain, muft again have fallen into their power j and 
 France herfelf have needed all the heroifm and good for- 
 tune of a Charles Martel to deliver her from fubju- 
 gation. 
 
 P. 23. ver. 323. 
 While beardlefs youths and tender maids affume. 
 
 See Vertot, Hift. Chev. Malthe. Introduction.
 
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 P. 23. ver. 328. 
 Dance with blue luftre in Tabarids dream. 
 
 Tabaria (a corruption of Tiberias) is the name ufed for 
 the Sea of Galilee in the old romances, 
 
 P. 24. ver. 334. 
 By northern Brenn, or Scythian Tlmur led. 
 Brennus, and Tamerlane. 
 
 P. 24. ver. 337. 
 There Gaul's proud knights with boaftful mien advance. 
 
 The infolence of the French nobles twice caufed the 
 ruin of the army ; once by refufing to ferve under Cceur 
 de Lion, and again by reproaching the Englifh with 
 cowardice in St. Louis's expedition to Egypt. See 
 Knolles's Hiftory of the Turks. 
 
 P. 24. ver. 338. 
 Form the long Vine, and make the cornel lance. 
 
 The line {combat a la haye) according to Sir Walter 
 Raleigh, was characlreriftic of French tact.ics ; as the co- 
 lumn {berje) was of the Englilh. The Englifh at Creci 
 were drawn up 30 deep. 
 
 P. 25. ver. 348. 
 Whofe giant force Britannia s armies led. 
 
 All the Britifli nations ferved under the fame banner. 
 
 Sono gl' Inglefi faggittarii ed hanno 
 Gente con lor, ch* e piu vicina al polo, 
 
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 Quefti da l'alte felve irfuti manda 
 La divifa dal mondo, ultima Irlanda. 
 
 TafTo, Gierufal. Lib. I. 44. 
 
 Ireland and Scotland, it is fcarcely neceflary to obferve, 
 were fynonimous* 
 
 P. 25. vef. 351. 
 
 Lords of the biting axe and beamy fpear. 
 
 The axe of Richard was very famous. See Warton's 
 Hift. of Anc. Poetry. 
 
 P. 27. ver. 389. 
 
 Then on your tops mail deathlefs verdure fpring, &c. 
 
 " I will multiply the fruit of the tree, and the increafe 
 " of the field, that ye (hall receive no more the reproach 
 " of famine among the heathen." — " And they fhall fay, 
 " This land that was defolate is become like the garden 
 " of Eden," &c. Ezek. xxxvi. 
 
 P. 27. ver. 396. 
 
 The mighty Angel lifts his golden wandj 
 
 Tells every gate., and meafures every tower. 
 Ezekiel xl. 
 
 P. 27. ver. 397. 
 Courts the bright vifion of defccnding power. 
 
 u That great city, the holy Jerufalem, defcending out 
 " of heaven from God, having the glory of God." Rev. 
 xxi. 10.
 
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 P. 28. ver. 401. 
 
 And who is Tfe ? the vaft, the awful form. 
 Rev. x. 
 
 P. 28. ver. 410. 
 Lo! thrones are fet, and every faint is there. 
 
 Rev. xx. 
 
 P. 28. ver. 413. 
 
 Nor fun nor moon they need, — nor day, nor night ;— 
 God is their temple, and the Lamb their light. 
 
 " And I faw no temple therein: for the Lord God Al- 
 " mighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the 
 " city had no need of the fun, neither of the moon, to 
 :( fhine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the 
 " Lamb is the light thereof." Rev. xxi. 22. 
 
 P. 28. ver. 418. 
 And the dry bones be warm with life again. 
 
 " Thus faith the Lord God unto thefe bones, Behold, 
 " I will caufe breath to enter into you, and ye (hall live/' 
 — " Then he faid unto me, Son of man, thefe bones are 
 " the whole houfe of Ifrael." Ezek. xxxvii. 
 
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