To give thee poisoned kisses.
The flame, the smoke, the sulphurous breath
Doth choke thy mortal life;
Spare that dear life, for only death
Can grow from such a strife.
Backward the flame-scorched hero sped,
And as he went, upon his tread
The roaring Terror came.
Along the ridge, so sharp and jaggy,
Huge-limb’d it strode, horrid and shaggy,