 | The bridal of Vaumond |  |
I.
A shuddering tremour shookThe rocks of that earthly womb,
And massy fragments broke
From the warrior's living tomb.
Bursting from its cavern'd vent,
Roars around convuls'd the thunder,
Muttering, deep, by mountains pent;
Lodowick in appalling wonder
Breathless mark'd the stern event;
Rifted, gape the walls in sunder!
Bows the arch above his head—
The rugged stones forsake their bed—
Speeds the whelming ruin down!
On the earth the lamp is thrown;
Gapes that earth—precipitate
Down the chasm it holds its way,
Nor pause its track may now await
Until it speed, impell'd by fate
Where bar'd hell's central regions lay.
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