Of endless separation, worse than death, ...
The purpose and the hope with which the Fiend
Tempted, deceived, and madden’d him; ... but then
As at a new temptation would he start,
Shuddering beneath the intolerable shame,
And clench in agony his matted hair;
While in his soul the perilous thought arose,
How easy ’twere to plunge where yonder waves
Invited him to rest.
Oh for a voice