when I gnash my teeth in the terrible place
that is fill’d with weeping and wailing.”
This is splendid! His men, I say, are men, men such as we find in Byron. Orion (Satan) says that
“The angel Michael was once my foe;
He had a little the best of our strife,
yet he never could deal so stark a blow.”
The lover in “No Name,” thinking of meeting “the slayer of the soul” he loved, says:
“And I know that if, here or there, alone,
I found him fairly, and face to face,
having slain his body, I would slay my own,