“And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!”

—  George Gordon Byron , book Hebrew Melodies

The Destruction of Sennacherib, st. 6.
Hebrew Melodies (1815)

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English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement 1788–1824

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