Seize the CURST CURLS, ye Furies, as they fly!
Demons of Darkness, guard the infernal roll,
That thence your cruel vengeance when I die
May knit the KNOTS OF TORTURE for my SOUL.
Last night, ... oh, hear me, Heaven, and grant my prayer!
The BOOK OF FATE before thy suppliant lay,
And let me from its ample records tear
Only the single PAGE OF YESTERDAY.
Or let me meet old Time upon his flight,
And I will STOP HIM on his restless way: