Dark Guido, through the awe-struck throng.
Fill’d with a strange delirious light,
His kindling eye shone wildly bright;
And on the sufferer’s mien awhile
Gazing with stem vindictive smile,
A feverish glow of triumph dyed
His burning cheek, while thus he cried:—
“Yes! these are death-pangs—on thy brow
Is set the seal of vengeance now!
Oh! well was mix’d the deadly draught,