And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord! Hebrew Melodies (1815)
So gleams the past, the light of other days,Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays. Hebrew Melodies (1815)
She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellow'd to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies. Hebrew Melodies (1815)
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Hebrew Melodies (1815)