Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN MEMORIAM, NINTH OF AB, by BEN AVROM First Line: And all is lost! Thy valiant sons are dead Last Line: And in thy glory, make our glory rise! Subject(s): Death; Jews; Memory; Slavery; Dead, The; Judaism; Serfs | ||||||||
AND all is lost! Thy valiant sons are dead Or slaves! The crown from off thy queenly brow Is plucked! Thy glory in the dust doth bow! Thine ancient splendours are for ever fled! I see it allthine altars gory red: Around, Death lays the mighty heroes low, Awhile, revengeful and relentless glow The fiendish flames, and from the foot to head Consume the Sanctuary! O woeful day! When Temple, Country, Freedom, all in one, Most dire destruction, fell! Then to the skies Uprose the bitter cry of dark dismay, Oh, God, Almighty Lord, forgive, condone, And in Thy glory, make our glory rise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY IN THE WOODS by CLAUDE MCKAY ELIZABETH KECKLEY: 30 YEARS A SLAVE AND 4 YEARS IN THE WHITE HOUSE by E. ETHELBERT MILLER EMANCIPATION by ELIZABETH ALEXANDER JOHN BROWN'S BODY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET |
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