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Owen Meredith, Edward Robert Lytton (1831-91) " the first Earl of Lytton", and the author of the classic English work Lucile, should not be confused with his father
Edward George Bulwer-Lytton (1803-73) who is infamous for the line:
"It was a dark and stormy night ...."
Though popular at the time, the elder Lytton has been made fun of horribly over the last century. In fact, the only reason I know this is because he has earned his own "Dark and Stormy Night" bad writing contest.....check out http://www.bulwer-lytton.com It's always good for a laugh and ranks right up there with the anthology of Very Bad Poetry.
As to who wrote the Babylon poem, I haven't a clue, sorry.
----- Original Message -----
From: "Bill Henry" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, July 28, 2003 4:08 PM
Subject: [UTCSTAFF] The Poem "The Walls of Babylon" - The Search Continues
> I have asked my friend to quote what he remembers of the poem, "The Walls
> of Babylon." This is his rendition. If this rings a bell, please advise
> me before I create a "work of art" for his wall. Thank you so much for
> taking your valuable time to help me with this.
> Bill
>
> The Walls of Babylon
> By Bulwer-Lytton or Owen Meredith (pen name)?
>
> These formidable mounds of the earth that lie
> Beneath the blue sun ridden sky.
> Had they but voice would loudly cry
> We are the walls of Babylon
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> We're the stones that formed the street
> On which the drums of commerce beat.
> We the stones have felt the feet
> Of all the world in Babylon
>
> Such wealth as ours has never been,
> Such power and gold and depths of sin
> They were accursed who entered in
> The hundred gates of Babylon
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> And yet they came through every gate
> From every nation small and great.
> The thousands who would laugh at fate
> And pleasure taste in Babylon.
>
> We felt the pulse of power throb.
> We heard the tortured captured sob
> And over us a loot mad mob
> Swept howling into Babylon
>
> The Persian swords are heaps of rust
> Glory dies, as all thing must
> And crumbled stone and shifting dust
> Is all time leaves of Babylon.
>
> Does any
>
> William (Bill) K. Henry, Ed. D.
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