The Burning of the Temple
THE BURNING OF THE TEMPLE by ISAAC ROSENBERG
Fierce wrath of Solomon
Where sleepest thou? O see
The fabric which thou won
Earth and ocean to give thee---
O look at the red skies.
Or hath the sun plunged down?
What is this molten gold---
These thundering fires blown
Through heaven---where the smoke rolled.
Again the great king dies.
His dreams go out in smoke,
His days he let not pass
And sculptured here are broke,
Are charred as the burnt grass
Gone as his mouth's last sighs.
| Title |
The Burning of the Temple
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| Author |
Rosenberg, Isaac (1890-1918)
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| Item date |
1977
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| Content | |
| Copyright |
The Isaac Rosenberg Literary Estate. Preliminaries and editorial matter omitted.
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| Digital repository | |
| Repository name |
ProQuest
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| Repository address URL | |
| First line |
Fierce wrath of Solomon
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| Publication source |
The Collected Poems of Isaac Rosenberg
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| Publication editor |
Bottomley, Gordon and Harding, Denys
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| Publishers |
Chatto & Windus Ltd.
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| Publication place |
London
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Collection
Citation
“The Burning of the Temple,” by Rosenberg, Isaac (1890-1918). The Isaac Rosenberg Literary Estate. Preliminaries and editorial matter omitted. via First World War Poetry Digital Archive, accessed May 16, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3282.
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