Sinopsis

The Fall Of Nineveh On Nineveh's proud towers the sinking sun In cloudless splendor looks; nor, through the earth, Like glory doth behold. In golden light Magnificent the haughty city stands, Empress of nations; nor her coming doom Aught feareth; nor the voice of prophet old Rememb'reth; nor of her iniquities Repenteth her; nor the avenging hand Of Heaven incensed doth dread: but, with her pomp Made drunken, and the wonders of her might, Her head in pride exalteth; and to fate, As to a bridal, or a dance, doth .