Night came, but without darkness or repose, (a)
A dismal picture of the gen'ral doom: (b)
Where Souls distracted when the Trumpet blows, (a)
And half unready with their bodies come. (b)
Those who have homes, when home they do repair, (c)
To a last lodging call their wand'ring friends. (d)
Their short uneasie sleeps are broke with care, (c)
To look how near their own destruction tends. (d)
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While by the motion of the flames they ghess
What streets are burning now, & what are near:
An Infant, waking, to the paps would press,
And meets, instead of milk, a falling tear.
- Iambic Pentameter
- Neoclassicism