Of magic, cabala,[176] and spells,

And every dark pursuit allied

To curious and presumptuous pride;

Till, with fired brain and nerves o’erstrung,

And heart with mystic horrors wrung,

Desperate he sought Benharrow’s den,

And hid him from the haunts of men.

VII.

The desert gave him visions wild,

Such as might suit the specter’s child.