Can make me bless’d on earth!
The wildness of his ecstasy at last terrifies his gentle protectress from him; he is forsaken by all as a being lost in hopeless delusion, and, being left alone tn the insulting pity of Antonio, his strength of heart is utterly subdued: he passionately bewails his weakness, and even casts down his spirit almost in wondering admiration before the calm self-collectedness of his enemy, who himself seems at last almost melted by the extremity of the poet’s desolation, as thus poured forth:—
Can I then image no high-hearted man
Whose pangs and conflicts have surpass’d mine own,
That my vex’d soul might win sustaining power
From thoughts of him? I cannot!—all is lost!
One thing alone remains, one mournful boon:
Nature on us, her suffering children, showers
The gift of tears—the impassion’d cry of grief,
When man can bear no more;—and with my woe,