—————————"The Witch Queen of that place,
Even Circe the Cruel, that came like a death
Which I feared, and yet fled not, for want of my breath,
There was thought in her face, and her eyes were not raised
From the grass at her foot, but I saw, as I gazed
Her hate—"
This hate Lycus soon experienced; as the spell desired by the nymph, was in the act of being pronounced,
——————————"I felt with a start,
The life blood rush back in one throb to my heart,