While swells her smoke, as of burnt-offerings,
Standing afar, through fear, they mournful say—
"Alas! that mighty city, Babylon!"
16. THE FALL OF BABYLON. [(notes)]
Her shorn, and cowl'd, and mitred merchants weep,
Since perishes with her their gainful trade
Of long indulgencies, for silver weigh'd,
Pledg'd from sad purgatory souls to keep,—