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9
EZZELIN TO LUCIFER.
(1250.)
The wolves were yelping round the castle tower;
The witches croaked a baleful bridal hymn;
The marsh lights danced all round the black moat's rim,
Where swam the moonlit snakes at spellful hour;
The witches croaked a baleful bridal hymn;
The marsh lights danced all round the black moat's rim,
Where swam the moonlit snakes at spellful hour;
Like a hot whirlwind to my mother's bower,
Then, Fiend, thou camest—scorching breast and limb
With sulph'rous kisses—till the stars grew dim
And hungry Day did the thin moon devour.
Then, Fiend, thou camest—scorching breast and limb
With sulph'rous kisses—till the stars grew dim
And hungry Day did the thin moon devour.
O Lucifer, O Father, have I done
Enough in thy dread service? Art thou pleased,
O pain-inflictor, with thy Paduan son?
Enough in thy dread service? Art thou pleased,
O pain-inflictor, with thy Paduan son?
Have I not turned my cities into hells?
Foreburnt thy damned, innumerably teazed
Men's feet with fire, and filled the world with yells?
Foreburnt thy damned, innumerably teazed
Men's feet with fire, and filled the world with yells?
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