As when a child on some long winter`s night Affrighted clinging to its Grandam`s knees With eager wond`ring and perturbed delight Listens strange tales of fearful dark decrees Muttered to wretch by necromantic spell; Or of those hags, who at the witching time Of murky midnight ride the air sublime, And mingle foul embrace with fiends of Hell: Cold Horror drinks its blood! Anon the tear More gentle starts, to hear the Beldame tell Of pretty babes, that loved each other dear, Murdered by cruel Uncle`s mandate fell: Ev`n such the shiv`ring joys thy tones impart, Ev`n so thou, Siddons! meltest my sad heart!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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