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A TRIP THROUGH HELL
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Leak odours strong and palsied light—

Twins of the Gloom! as some mad soul

Assails Typhon's battling walls,

A glowing fire of this home

Of deadly dews and poisoned night,

Bathes monstrous this untower'd shoal.

Convulsed with fear as aisles and halls

Roar like giant cauldrons mad for gore,

Icarian gumps and devils bold,

Assault each marshalléd mount and scree.

Then spectacles greet us again

Upon this shadowed, foreign shore:

A pond'rous dwang of virgin gold,

Is filched from altars that we see,

Just as the tomb-sweats pour like rain.

And distant ghauts where jazels burn,—

(A burning tomb where hissing oils

Drip on a flayed and bottled wench

That some abhorrent spawn of death

Filched from the wrack of Terror's urn

As stagnent breath unwinds its coils)