The greater anguish in my mind was wrought; 810
The more she tried to bring the past in view,
She greater horror on the present threw;
So that, for love or pity, terror thrill’d
My blood, and vile and odious thoughts instill’d.
“This war within, these passions in their strife,
If thus protracted, had exhausted life;
But the strong view of these departed years
Caused a full burst of salutary tears;
And, as I wept at large, and thought alone,