Schiller! that hour I would have wished to die, If thro` the shudd`ring midnight I had sent From the dark Dungeon of the Tower time-rent That fearful voice, a famished Father`s cry-- That in no after moment aught less vast Might stamp me mortal! A triumphant shout Black Horror screamed, and all her goblin rout From the more with`ring scene diminished past. Ah! Bard tremendous in sublimity! Could I behold thee in thy loftier mood, Wand`ring at eve with finely frenzied eye Beneath some vast old tempest-swinging wood! Awhile with mute awe gazing I would brood, Then weep aloud in a wild ecstasy!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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