From visions bright with passion’s warmest hue,
As, wildly garbed in awful tragic guise,
Macbeth, Othello, Lear, he saw arise.
When the last outrage of oppression falls
On man enthralled by man, and Freedom calls
Some champion to flash her steel where’er,
Bloody and black, death, shrieking, hovers near,
Who can portray like thee the throe of hate
Which warns the tyrant of his dreadful fate?
Who image forth th’ exalted agony