ERNESTUS BERCHTOLD;
OR,
THE MODERN ŒDIPUS.
A Tale.
By JOHN WILLIAM POLIDORI, M.D.
“The gods are just———
But how can finite measure infinite?
Reason! alas, it does not know itself!
Yet man, vain man, would with this short-lin’d plummet
Fathom the vast abyss of heavenly justice.
Whatever is, is in its causes just,
Since all things are by fate, but purblind man
Sees but a part o’ the basis, the nearest links
His eyes not carrying to that equal beam
That poises all above.”Dryden‘s Œdipus.
Leila—each thought was only thine!—
My good, my guilt, my weal, my woe,
My hope on nigh—my all below.
Then deem it evil—what thou wilt—
But say, oh say, her’s was not guilt.—
The Giaour.
LONDON;
PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND BROWN,
PATERNOSTER-ROW.
1819.
