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Her matted locks in wild amazement flare ; 



With fiery red her eye-balls glare ; 



Her mouth fuftus'd with bloody foam, 



In airy voids her glances roam 



To feek the forms of pain ; 



And ah ! no voids to madnefs — fhe 



Peoples them all with dire variety ; 



, Demons circle round her head, 



Harpies tend her thorny bed, 



And lakes of fire expand, and feas of blood. 



And fury paflions jar, 



With wild tempeftuous war. 



And fhapelefs horrors rife, and fhades that kill, 



And ever-varying clouds of namelefs ill. 



Along the dire horizon brood : 



A thoufand forms of guilt, remorfe and pain. 



All hideous hateful things compofe her fullen reign. 



Stranger to repofe, 



A deadly pale her hollow cheek o'erflows ; 



Smote by the fummer's fun and winter's wind. 



The reftlefs corfe with eager famine pin'd ; 



And now, with rending hand her hair fhe grafps. 



Now to her naked breafl; the galling chain fhe clafps. 



Madnefs, I know thee by thy yell, 



Eldeft born of hell. 



Xlf. 



Oft, at midnight hour, 

 Madnefs, I've mus'd befide thy bow'r. . 



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