midnight
For seven days and seven nights this unparalleled scene of rejoicing , though ever various , never ceased . Long , long was remembered the bridal feast of the Hebrew prince and the caliph 's daughter ; long , long did the peasantry on the plains of Tigris sit down by the side of that starry river , and tell the wondrous tale to their marvelling posterity . Now what a glorious man was David Alroy , lord of the mightiest empire in the world , and wedded to the most beautiful princess , surrounded by a prosperous and obedient people , guarded by invincible armies , one on whom Earth showered all its fortune , and Heaven all its favour ; and all by the power of his own genius ! _ The Death of Jabaster _ ` TWAS midnight , and the storm still raged ; ` mid the roar of the thunder and the shrieks of the wind , the floods of forky lightning each instant revealed the broad and billowy breast of the troubled Tigris . Jabaster stood gazing upon the wild scene from the gallery of his palace . His countenance was solemn , but disquieted . ` I would that he were here ! '