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GREEK transliterated	A
Tin gar potaeisomai	B
tan chai schuliches tromeonti	A
Erchomenan nechuon ana t'aeria chai melan aima	B
Theocritos	C
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Dark HORROR hear my call	D
Stern Genius hear from thy retreat	A
On some old sepulchre's moss cankered seat	A
Beneath the Abbey's ivied wall	D
That trembles o'er its shade	A
Where wrapt in midnight gloom alone	E
Thou lovest to lie and hear	F
The roar of waters near	G
And listen to the deep dull groan	E
Of some perturbed sprite	A
Borne fitful on the heavy gales of night	A
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Or whether o'er some wide waste hill	H
Thou mark'st the traveller stray	I
Bewilder'd on his lonely way	I
When loud and keen and chill	H
The evening winds of winter blow	J
Drifting deep the dismal snow	J
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Or if thou followest now on Greenland's shore	K
With all thy terrors on the lonely way	I
Of some wrecked mariner when to the roar	K
Of herded bears the floating ice hills round	A
Pour their deep echoing sound	A
And by the dim drear Boreal light	A
Givest half his dangers to the wretches sight	A
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Or if thy fury form	B
When o'er the midnight deep	L
The dark wing'd tempests sweep	L
Watches from some high cliff the encreasing storm	B
Listening with strange delight	A
As the black billows to the thunder rave	M
When by the lightnings light	A
Thou seest the tall ship sink beneath the wave	M
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Dark HORROR bear me where the field of fight	A
Scatters contagion on the tainted gale	N
When to the Moon's faint beam	B
On many a carcase shine the dews of night	A
And a dead silence stills the vale	N
Save when at times is heard the glutted Raven's scream	B
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Where some wreck'd army from the Conquerors might	A
Speed their disastrous flight	A
With thee fierce Genius let me trace their way	I
And hear at times the deep heart groan	E
Of some poor sufferer left to die alone	E
His sore wounds smarting with the winds of night	A
And we will pause where on the wild	A
The Mother to her frozen breast	A
On the heap'd snows reclining clasps her child	A
And with him sleeps chill'd to eternal rest	A
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Black HORROR speed we to the bed of Death	O
Where he whose murderous power afar	P
Blasts with the myriad plagues of war	K
Struggles with his last breath	O
Then to his wildly starting eyes	C
The phantoms of the murder'd rise	C
Then on his frenzied ear	F
Their groans for vengeance and the Demon's yell	Q
In one heart maddening chorus swell	Q
Cold on his brow convulsing stands the dew	A
And night eternal darkens on his view	A
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HORROR I call thee yet once more	K
Bear me to that accursed shore	K
Where round the stake the impaled Negro writhes	C
Assume thy sacred terrors then dispense	C
The blasting gales of Pestilence	C
Arouse the race of Afric holy Power	R
Lead them to vengeance and in that dread hour	R
When Ruin rages wide	A
I will behold and smile by MERCY'S side	A
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Footnote I extract the following picture of consummate horror from	B
the notes to a Poem written in twelve syllable verse upon the campaign	S
of and it was during the retreat to Deventer	R
We could not proceed a hundred yards without perceiving the dead bodies	C
of men women children and horses in every direction One scene made an	T
impression upon my memory which time will never be able to efface Near	R
another cart we perceived a stout looking man and a beautiful young	U
woman with an infant about seven months old at the breast all three	R
frozen and dead The mother had most certainly expired in the act of	V
suckling her child as with one breast exposed she lay upon the drifted	A
snow the milk to all appearance in a stream drawn from the nipple by	W
the babe and instantly congealed The infant seemed as if its lips had	A
but just then been disengaged and it reposed its little head upon the	X
mother's bosom with an overflow of milk frozen as it trickled from	B
the mouth their countenances were perfectly composed and fresh	Y
resembling those of persons in a sound and tranquil slumber	R

Robert Southey

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