Shobab; A Tale Of Bethesda. A Poem: a tale of Bethesda (1884) by James Amaziah WhitneyShobab; A Tale Of Bethesda. A Poem: a tale of Bethesda (1884) by James Amaziah Whitney

Shobab; A Tale Of Bethesda. A Poem: a tale of Bethesda (1884)

byJames Amaziah Whitney

Paperback | February 3, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884. Excerpt: ... SHOBAB: A. TALE OK BETHESDA. I, Shobab, son of Shimei who wed The day the tidings unto Hebron came, That in the mouths of the high caves of Seir The Hebrews laid dry fagots, and with fire Slaughtered the mountain robber in his den--Tell this my tale, now that the years remote Seem near again, as seems the desert path Kenned from the height that marks the journey's end Through sunset's level light. That winsome day Joy ran in rivulets within each heart, As wine flowed from the beakers to the lips Of all the village; while triumphant notes Swept from the harp's strained strings. The war-horse loosed Sprang with proud curvet in the pasture field, Hearing the distant cymbals' lordly clang And challenge of the shawm on free winds blown. That day was peace. The ox freed from the yoke In comfort all unwonted chewed the cud. White patient flocks along the wayside grazed The bitter herbs, contented; and the dove Beneath the eaves cooed loving notes and low. Upon the springing wheat the sunshine lay And o'er it swept the shadows of the clouds. The grass gave forth the murmur of the bee, From winding brooks came rustle of the reeds, And from beneath the reeds the monotone Of rippling waters. And anon, the shout Came ringing far, of those rejoicing loud That from Seir's caverns nevermore should reach The ruffian hordes to spoil the quiet land. And with it mingled on the breezy air The rhythm of the songs that graced the feast, Of this the marriage afternoon, when all Was joyousness of triumph, and of love. The sun sank from the zenith and its ray Was followed by the dusk on gliding wings. The soft night followed dusk with gentle feet As maidens chase the brown moths mid the ferns. Upon her head the stars came forth and shone; The cool breeze from the mountains swept ...
Title:Shobab; A Tale Of Bethesda. A Poem: a tale of Bethesda (1884)Format:PaperbackDimensions:30 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.06 inPublished:February 3, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217048056

ISBN - 13:9780217048057