 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Priests all hastily stopped
Their formal ears. Then all cry out at once:
Away with this blasphemer, to the death!
And called in certain zelots: ín fierce heat,
Those on him fall. They have him, by the throat:
They him hale, they hurl with éxecrations forth,
Without their walls: and in fell fury, all there
Take up and cast on hím their wild snatcht stones.
Their formal ears. Then all cry out at once:
Away with this blasphemer, to the death!
And called in certain zelots: ín fierce heat,
Those on him fall. They have him, by the throat:
They him hale, they hurl with éxecrations forth,
Without their walls: and in fell fury, all there
Take up and cast on hím their wild snatcht stones.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |