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The walls preclude the human fight, 



The roof alone receives the light ; 



From the living tomb, 



Thro' the filent gloom, 



Faintly darts a fickly gleam ; 



The nightly taper fends a beam, 



To mark the chamber of difmay. 



Where, remov'^d from light of day, 



The tortur'd wretch is bound ; 

 No parent, friend, or confort nigh. 

 No foothing hand, no pitying eye, 



The clanging whips refound. 



The horrid keeper's frown is there. 



The fhrieks of rage, and pain, and fear ; . 



O piteous was that moan ! 



And now, a deeper groan 



Succeeds — the flruggle of imprifon'd breath, 



The long-drawn note of agonizing death. 



XIII. 



Paufe, oh ! paufe, thou din of fear ; 



Thro' the darknefs gliding mild, 



Far other ftrains I hear. 



Sweet as woodland notes and wild ; 



Strange melody — they fink — and now they fwell ; 



Tales of unconfcious mifery they tell ; 



Burfts of fairy mufic flow, 



Softly foothing founds impart 



Pangs, that harrow up the heart, 



More than fhrieks of woe. 



More, 



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