Bacchanalia or A Description of a Drunken Club. A Poem [by Charles Darby] |
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And, by this time, me-thought, I saw
Dame Reason trembling stand upon
The top of her Conarion,
Dreading a Deluge from the Floods below.
As Mortals in Dencalion's Flood, on cliff
Of Caucasus, or Tenariff,
On Aiery Alps, or Apennine,
Prolong'd that Fate, which they could not decline.
But what she fear'd is come.
See! the Waves rise, and Billows foam;
And washing first her Foot, and Shin,
Then Wast, and Shoulders, Neck, and Chin,
At last quite stop her mouth, surround her piercing Eye,
Yea swallow Head and Brain,
Till nought of her doth visible remain,
No not the very Hair,
Which stands upright,
Through dismal fright,
But all, by swelling Surge, surmounted are.
Dame Reason trembling stand upon
The top of her Conarion,
Dreading a Deluge from the Floods below.
As Mortals in Dencalion's Flood, on cliff
Of Caucasus, or Tenariff,
On Aiery Alps, or Apennine,
Prolong'd that Fate, which they could not decline.
But what she fear'd is come.
See! the Waves rise, and Billows foam;
And washing first her Foot, and Shin,
Then Wast, and Shoulders, Neck, and Chin,
At last quite stop her mouth, surround her piercing Eye,
Yea swallow Head and Brain,
Till nought of her doth visible remain,
No not the very Hair,
Which stands upright,
Through dismal fright,
But all, by swelling Surge, surmounted are.
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