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POEMS, SACRED AND MORAL.
Shakes, Sampson-like, the nodding towers amain,
And opes the mighty rent, that ne'er shall close again.
And opes the mighty rent, that ne'er shall close again.
VII.
"So wait, Abhorred Pile, thy fall—"
Ere yet anew he seeks the skies,
"So nurse beneath thy ruin'd wall
"Thy serpent brood," the Victor cries.
"So wait thy fall, so nurse thy brood
"O'ergorged and drunk with Saints' and Martyrs' blood[1];
"Till, closed the number'd years by Heaven assign'd[2]
"The scorners of its law to blind,
"And prove by more than Pagan rage
"The votaries of the sacred page;
"So wait, Abhorred Pile, thy fall—"
Ere yet anew he seeks the skies,
"So nurse beneath thy ruin'd wall
"Thy serpent brood," the Victor cries.
"So wait thy fall, so nurse thy brood
"O'ergorged and drunk with Saints' and Martyrs' blood[1];
"Till, closed the number'd years by Heaven assign'd[2]
"The scorners of its law to blind,
"And prove by more than Pagan rage
"The votaries of the sacred page;
- ↑ "And I saw the Woman drunken with the blood of the Saints, and with the blood of the Martyrs of Jesus." Rev. ch. xvii. ver. 6.
- ↑ The 1260 years specified as the term of the Papal dominion. Revelations, chap. xi. ver. 2, 3.—Chap. xii. ver. 6. 14.—Chap. xiii. ver. 5. Daniel, chap. vii. ver. 25.;—chap. xii. ver. 7.
