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The half-suppression of the sigh,
Though reft of half its agony.
The half-clos’d eye, the uprais’d look,
Call'd forth the tears of misery.
One wish to gain the heavenly shore,
And buried in futurity.
THE DEATH OF THE ATHEIST,
'Εχθρόν γε θνητούς, και θεοίς στυγουμένον.-Εurip.
Loud blew the angry blast; The midnight storm was hurtling in the air, And all was dark and desolate: the moon Refus’d her wonted solace, and withdrew Her train of starry satellites! and all Was buried in the fearfulness of night. No light shone in the firmament, save where The lightning flash'd across the traveller's path In transient splendour, which but serv'd to show The dangers and the horrors of the way. All nature was convulsid: the elements, So lately sleeping in one happy calm
Of heav'nly peacefulness, now burst their bounds,
The horse had thrown his rider: his wild eyes
But who was he, who, in that fearful hour, Unknown and friendless, 'neath a stranger's roof, Had found a cheerless welcome, but to breathe His last farewell in frightful agony?
'Twas the stern Atheist! in whose guilty face, Death was too deeply stamp'd: within his breast
Tumultuous passions rag'd, more horrible
The thunder rollid above him; and more near
Wild and unmeaning sentences, which spoke
And now the storm roll’d on more awfully;