Or starved to death in the wild woods entangled,
“Or tortured slowly at an Indian stake,
Or smother’d in the sandy hot simoom,
Or crush’d in Chili by earth’s awful quake,
Or baked in lava, a Vesuvian tomb,
Or dirged by syrens and the billows’ boom
Or stiffen’d to a stock mid Alpine snows,
Or stricken by the plague with sudden doom,
Or suck’d by Vampyres to a last repose,
Or self-destroy’d, impatient of my woes,