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A self-devoted victim—he may melt
Too late in pity, obstinate to love.
Too late in pity, obstinate to love.
Oh haunt his midnight dreams, black Nemesis!
Whom, [1]self-conceiving in the inmost depths
Of Chaos, blackest Night long-labouring bore,
When the stern Destinies, her elder brood,
And shapeless Death, from that more monstrous birth
Leapt shuddering! haunt his slumbers, Nemesis!
Scorch with the fires of Phlegethon his heart,
Till helpless, hopeless, heaven-abandon'd wretch
He too shall seek beneath the unfathom'd deep
To hide him from thy fury.
How the sea
Far distant glitters as the sun-beams smile
And gayly wanton o'er its heaving breast!
Phæbus shines forth, nor wears one cloud to mourn
His votary's sorrows! God of day shine on—
Whom, [1]self-conceiving in the inmost depths
Of Chaos, blackest Night long-labouring bore,
When the stern Destinies, her elder brood,
And shapeless Death, from that more monstrous birth
Leapt shuddering! haunt his slumbers, Nemesis!
Scorch with the fires of Phlegethon his heart,
Till helpless, hopeless, heaven-abandon'd wretch
He too shall seek beneath the unfathom'd deep
To hide him from thy fury.
How the sea
Far distant glitters as the sun-beams smile
And gayly wanton o'er its heaving breast!
Phæbus shines forth, nor wears one cloud to mourn
His votary's sorrows! God of day shine on—
