A lightless sulphur, chok'd with smoky fogs Of an infected darkness : in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying deaths: there damned souls Roar without pity; there are gluttons fed With toads and adders; there is burning oil... The Quarterly Review - Page 459edited by - 1811Full view - About this book
 | John Ford - Dramatists, English - 1827 - 616 pages
...But flaming horror of consuming fires, A lightless sulphur, choak'd with smoky fogs Of an infected darkness : in this place Dwell many thousand thousand...Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer Is forced to sup whole draughts of molten gold ; There is the murderer for ever stabb'd, Yet can he never... | |
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