THE LAST THE CHARLEYS Parody Byron's D struct of Sennacherib The last of from Guildhall fretted and like a wolf
... fire ? Who the moon to run In silence the skies ? Who bids snu strength and beauty rise ? ' behold ray God there sun the moon stars declare ! See where the mountains rise Where thuud’ring torrents foam veil’d in low’ring skies The makes his Where dwells ...