Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
from: THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB
by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)
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That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
from: THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB
by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)
Event announcement for Monday, February 14th 2011 @ 7:30 EST.
More details will be released as we get closer to that date.
UOEM Atlantic