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Oh! I could dare the fury of the fight,
Where hostile MILLIONS sought my single life; Would storm voLCANO BATTERIES with delight,
And grapple with GRIM DEATH in glorious strife.
Oh! I could brave the bolts of
angry When ceaseless lightnings fire the midnight skies: What is his wrath to that of HER I love?
What is his LIGHTNING to my DELIA'S EYES ?
Go, fatal lock! I cast thee to the wind !
Ye serpent CURLS, ye poison tendrils, go! Would I could tear thy memory
from ACCURSED LOCK,
thou cause of all
Seize the cuRST CURLs, ye Furies, as they fly!
Demons of Darkness, guard the infernal roll, That thence your cruel vengeance, when I die,
May knit the KNOTS OF TORTURE for my soul!
Last night (oh hear me, Heaven, and grant my
prayer! The BOOK OF FATE before thy suppliant lay, And let me from its ample records tear
Only the single PAGE OF YESTERDAY!
Or let me meet old TIME upon his flight,
And I will stOP Him on his restless way; Omnipotent in Love's resistless might,
I'll force him back the ROAD OF YESTERDAY), –
Last night, as o'er the page of Love's despair
My Delia bent deliciously to grieve,
And drew the FATAL SCISSORS from my sleeve;
And would that at that instant o'er
thread The SHEARS OF ATROPOs had opened then, And, when I reft the lock from Delia's head,
Had cut me sudden from the sons of men !
She heard the scissors that fair lock divide;
And, whilst my heart with transport panted big, She cast a FURY-frown on me, and cried, " You stupid Puppy, - you have spoiled my
Τιν γαρ ποταείσομαι
ταν και σκύλακες τρομέοντι :
DARK Horror! hear
That trembles o'er its shade;
Thou lov'st to lie and hear
The roar of waters near,
Of some perturbed sprite,
Or whether o'er some wide waste hill
Thou seest the traveller stray, Bewildered on his lonely way,
When, loud and keen and chill, The evening winds of winter blow,
Drifting deep the dismal snow.
Or if thou followest now on Greenland's shore,
Return their echoing sound,
And, by the dim, drear Boreal light, Giv'st half his dangers to the wretch's sight.
Or if thy fury form,
The dark-winged tempests sweep,
Watching with strange delight,
When by the lightning's light
Bear me in spirit where the field of fight
When, to the moon's faint beam,
many a carcass shine the dews of night, And a dead silence stills the vale, Save when at times is heard the glutted raven's
Where some wrecked army from the conqueror's
Speed their disastrous flight, With thee, fierce Genius! let me trace their way,
And hear at times the deep heart-groan
Of some poor sufferer left to die alone;
The mother to her breast,
Black HORROR! speed we to the bed of Death,
Where one, who wide and far
Struggles with his last breath ;
Then on his frenzied ear
In one heart-maddening chorus swell: Cold on his brow convulsing stands the dew, And night eternal darkens on his view.
HORROR! I call thee yet once more !
Where on the stake the Negro writhes. · Assume thy sacred terrors then; dispense
The gales of Pestilence; Arouse the oppressed; teach them to know their
power; Lead them to vengeance ; and in that dread hour,
When ruin rages wide,