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The Legend of St. Loy

With Other Poems. By John Abraham Heraud
  
  

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XVI.

As Famine in the sight of meat,
But yet by chains forbade to eat,
Enrages more at the restraint,
And more, as still she waxes faint,
Strengthening in weakness — till at length
That weakness overcome her strength —
So Lothbroch, fierce with maddest ire,
Rushed, in his soul's augmented fire,
Sudden on Agilnoth amain!
The knowledge that he fought in vain,
But more incensed his furious bent,
While wildering Desperation lent
Fell Resolution to his force,
And urged him on his rapid course —
Well Agilnoth that shock sustained,
Which, without sign or warning deigned,
Came, like a sudden storm, at once,
Ere mind might think, or eye could glance;
Then words succeeded, loud and high —
As when in grim embattled sky
Two clouds encountering meet and strike,
And by collision tine alike,

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Then wildly burst, and dash asunder,
O'er the dark vault disploding thunder —
“Fate bends not Lothbroch, still the same!
“Though Heaven, and Earth, and Hell proclaim
“My doom at once — I am still the same!
“What! shall an infant's smile dismay
“Me from my prize and proper prey?
“Go — shew that cherub's dimpled smile
“To the fierce lioness — beguile
“Her of her rage therewith — then say
“With what effect it scorned away
“Her whelpless wrath, when that, awake,
“Shall tear it limb from limb, and slake
“Her torrid tongue in the sweet gore
“Of the dear innocent she tore! —
“Defiance in your teeth I dash —
“— I reck not — as ye list to gnash!”
“Love! Justice! Vengeance! Heaven! agen
“In this give thy defiance then
“Back on thy crest!” — the Husband said,
And closely clashed each bickering blade.