Mariamne

It is enough: the power of Salome By all acknowledged and by all obeyed On its firm basis stands immovable: I fled to Azor with the lightning's speed Even from Samaria's plain to Jordan's spring And quick returned: my presence there indeed Was needful to cut off the aspiring hopes Of Israel's moody race: thy brother Herod So long detained at Rome was almost grown A stranger in his kingdom; and the people Ever capricious turbulent and bold Still to their kings unjust aloud proclaimed That Herod was condemned to slavery By haughty Rome; and Mariamne raised To the high rank of her proud ancestors Would from the blood of our high-priests select A king to rule o'er conquered Palestine.Wilder Publications is a green publisher. All of our books are printed to order. This reduces waste and helps us keep prices low while greatly reducing our impact on the environment.