Strange that to power no state or people grew, But like the sun they gain meridian height, And so Tyre fell, her riches could not save; And so Tyre fell, where rose her granite towers, Nicholas Michell. TYRE. 10 did thy ships to earth's wide bounds proceed, So my rey and t to ewert's wh and beauti In that thy day of glory. Carthage rose, Glittering, the sunny surge; thy mariners, So wert thou glorious on the seas, and saidst, Against her, saith the Lord; in the mid seás How art thou fallen, renowned city! thou, William Lisle Bowles. TYRE. HE wild and windy morning is lit with lurid fire; The thundering surf of ocean beats on the rocks of Tyre, Beats on the fallen columns and round the headland roars, And hurls its foamy volume along the hollow shores, And calls with hungry clamor, that speaks its long desire: "Where are the ships of Tarshish, the mighty ships. of Tyre?" Within her cunning harbor, choked with invading sand, No galleys bring their freightage, the spoils of every land, And like a prostrate forest, when autumn gales have blown, Her colonnades of granite lie shattered and o'erthrown; And from the reef the pharos no longer flings its fire, To beacon home from Tarshish the lordly ships of Tyre. Where is thy rod of empire, once mighty on the Thou that thyself exaltedst, till kings became thy slaves? Thou that didst speak to nations, and saw thy will obeyed, Whose favor made them joyful, whose anger sore afraid, Who laid'st thy deep foundations, and thought them strong and sure, And boasted midst the waters, Shall I not aye endure? Where is the wealth of ages that heaped thy princely mart ? The pomp of purple trappings; the gems of Syrian art; |