May hear the sounds that ravish human sense,
And all without receding foot from thence.” 490
The conquer’d wife, resistless and afraid,
To the strong call a sad obedience paid.
As we an infant in its pain with sweets,
Loved once, now loath’d, torment him till he eats,
Who on the authors of his new distress
Looks trembling with disgusted weariness:
So Harriet felt, so look’d, and seem’d to say,
“O! for a day of rest, an holiday!”