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To HORROR.
Τιν γαρ ποταεισομαι
ταν και σκυλικες τρομεοντι
Ερχομεναν νεκυων ανα τ' ηρια, και μελαν αιμα.
ΘΕΟΚΡΙΤΟΣ.
ταν και σκυλικες τρομεοντι
Ερχομεναν νεκυων ανα τ' ηρια, και μελαν αιμα.
ΘΕΟΚΡΙΤΟΣ.
Dark Horror, hear my call!
Stern Genius hear from thy retreat
On some old sepulchre's moss-canker'd seat,
Beneath the Abbey's ivied wall
That trembles o'er its shade;
Where wrapt in midnight gloom, alone,
Thou lovest to lie and hear
The roar of waters near,
And listen to the deep dull groan
Of some perturbed sprite
Borne fitful on the heavy gales of night.
Stern Genius hear from thy retreat
On some old sepulchre's moss-canker'd seat,
Beneath the Abbey's ivied wall
That trembles o'er its shade;
Where wrapt in midnight gloom, alone,
Thou lovest to lie and hear
The roar of waters near,
And listen to the deep dull groan
Of some perturbed sprite
Borne fitful on the heavy gales of night.
Or whether o'er some wide waste hill
Thou mark'st the traveller stray,
Thou mark'st the traveller stray,
