On the brow of Gilboa is war's bloody stain, The pride and the beauty of Israel is slain; O publish it not in proud Askelon's street, Nor tell it in Gath, lest in triumph they meet, For how are the mighty fallen! O mount of Gilboa, no dew shalt thou see, Save the blood of the Philistine fall upon thee; For the strong-pinioned eagle of Israel is dead, Thy brow is his pillow, thy bosom his bed! O how are the mighty fallen! Weep, daughters of Israel, weep o'er his grave! What breast will now pity, what arm will now save? O my brother! my brother! this heart bleeds for thee, For thou weft a friend and a brother to me! Ah, how are the mighty fallen! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASOLANDO: NOW by ROBERT BROWNING WHEN THERE IS PEACE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGATION OF SWITZERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AS THE NEW YEAR [18 B.C.] DAWNED by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PERSISTENCY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD |