The tortur'd fibres their last feeling strain,
And life just vibrates on the strings of pain!
Nor this the close: between his toothless jaws
The furious monster the thwart iron draws—
The poor relief to wail his fate deny'd,
And the hot gore sent down in choaking tide,
Unnaturally return'd with horrid force,
Dire meal! again to throb its wasted course!
But while new tortures raise the piercing cry,
And wound with dreadful sight the wearied eye,