The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore

The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore

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Excerpt: ...A presage that her own dark doom was near, Roused every feeling and brought Reason back Once more to writhe her last upon the rack. All round seemed tranquil even the foe had ceased As if aware of that demoniac feast His fiery bolts; and tho' the heavens looked red, 'Twas but some distant conflagration's spread. But hark-she stops-she listens-dreadful tone! 'Tis her Tormentor's laugh-and now, a groan, A long death-groan comes with it-can this be The place of mirth, the bower of revelry? She enters-Holy ALLA, what a sight Was there before her! By the glimmering light Of the pale dawn, mixt with the flare of brands That round lay burning dropt from lifeless hands, She saw the board in splendid mockery spread, Rich censers breathing-garlands overhead- The urns, the cups, from which they late had quaft All gold and gems, but-what had been the draught? Oh! who need ask that saw those livid guests, With their swollen heads sunk blackening on their breasts, Or looking pale to Heaven with glassy glare, As if they sought but saw no mercy there; As if they felt, tho' poison racked them thro', Remorse the deadlier torment of the two! While some, the bravest, hardiest in the train Of their false Chief, who on the battle-plain Would have met death with transport by his side, Here mute and helpless gasped;-but as they died Lookt horrible vengeance with their eyes' last strain, And clenched the slackening hand at him in vain. Dreadful it was to see the ghastly stare, The stony look of horror and despair, Which some of these expiring victims cast Upon their souls' tormentor to the last; Upon that mocking Fiend whose Veil now raised, Showed them as in death's agony they gazed, Not the long promised light, the brow whose beaming Was to come forth, all conquering, all redeeming, But features horribler than Hell e'er traced On its own brood;-no Demon of the Waste,134 No church-yard Ghoul caught lingering in the light Of the blest sun, e'er blasted...show more

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  • Paperback | 470 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 24mm | 830g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236713117
  • 9781236713117
  • 2,295,250