XCIV.
She'll lose her life! she is losing her breath!
A cruel chase, she is chasing Death,
As female shriekings forewarn her:
And now—as gratis as blood of Guelph—
She clears that gate, which has clear'd itself
Since then, at Hyde Park Corner!
XCV.
Alas! for the hope of the Kilmanseggs!
For her head, her brains, her body, and legs,