Though not alone, as my heart wish’d. Arose
Within my breast[1260] the promptings of wild hate,
And, like a furied fiend, with fierce intent
I grasp’d[1261] his throat and dash’d[1262] him to the ground,
And would have slain[1263] him there had those around
Not dragg’d my tight’ning fingers from his flesh.
“Thus foil’d, a sudden impulse seized my soul,
And hate[1264] intense begat intenser love.[1265]
From those who held me I sprang forth,[1266] then rush’d
To find my Ruth and clasp[1267] her to my breast;