Affection's anxious gaze, and terror's glare,

And phrensy's saddest trance by turns were imag'd there.
But when the spirit rush'd upon her brain,

With ringlets backward flung, and eyes uprais'd,
Upon the Heav'ns she gaz'd,

Dark the pictur'd woof appears

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Fading in eternity;

Yet amidst the gloom I view

Forms of horror, scenes of woe,

Hellas! mourn-they swoop on you,

'Soon thy dearest blood shall flow.

Shades of those who fell at Troy!

Share with me th' exulting hours;

‹ Drain with me the draught of joy

· From the cup which Vengeance pours.

XIII.

Lo! the ministers of Fate

'Hover o'er this guilty land;

• Bloated Anger, livid Hate,

'Guide the desolating band. Wide the hosts of Rapine spread, · Battle leads the dusky van; Fiery clouds half shroud his head, 'Gales of death his banners fan.

· Famine crouches at his side

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'In th' offender's shrinking sight.'
Thou hast triumph'd-Thy fierce ire
Wrapp'd in flames my native groves,
Tore the virgin from her sire,

Which thy vengeance made us know,

Destiny on thee shall pour

Ages of encreasing woe.

XV.

Lo! thy gaunt tormentors rise,

‹ Breathing yells that rack the soul—

'This sentiment may perhaps appear not sufficiently Pagan for the mouth

of Cassandra. The doctrine which it inculcates is, however, frequently enforced by the Greek tragedians.

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Lux'ry with his swinish crowd

Wallowing in festive rites;

'Mad Ambition vaunting loud

'Midst his fawning satellites. 'Like the Furies' hideous band

Dark they spread o'er mount and vale—

• Hail! Destroyers of this land,
'Ilion's stern avengers, hail!'