A DRAMATIC ODR. Toss'd by passion's wildest fray, When he would, but cannot, pray; From the damning past would flee Into the dark futurity, Yet from the future tums aghast, Back upon the damning past; Whither should the guilty 'flee From his weight of misery ? No spot of rest is found below; Peace he cannot, shall not, know ! De?a?. Last of the Gorgon tagin, and worst, I come, And lay my icy fingers on his heart, Joy withers at the touch, and Grief is dumb, Feeling is sear'd, yet will not all depart. Unfit to live, yet unprepar'd to die, At war with earth, yet not at peace with heaven From all he loathes, endeavoring still to fly, Yet back? for ever back, by furies driven; How shall he gaze around, with madness fraught? While pang on pang comes grappling with his soul, And pray but for one hour's suspended thought, �But no *. still on the wa?es of misery roll. ......... ?Google
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