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