“Who dragg’d him down the mountain’s side,
“And left me—Broken hearted!”
Now Golfre shook in ev’ry joint,
He grasp’d her arm, and mutter’d;
Hell seem’d to yawn, on ev’ry side,
“Hear me!” the frantic tyrant cried—
“Hear me!” a faint voice utter’d.
“I hear thee! yes, I hear thee well!”
Cried Golfre, “I’ll content thee.
“I see thy vengeful eye-balls roll—