In fierce and frantic glee,
Unblenched his cheek, and firm his limb:
—“No paltry juggling Fiend, but Him,
—The Devil! I fain would see!—
“In all his Gorgon terrors clad,
His worst, his fellest shape!” the Lad
Rejoined in reckless tone.—
—“Have then thy wish!” Agrippa said,
And sighed, and shook his hoary head,
With many a bitter groan.