... , Of all the direful'st; her black locks hung long , Attir'd with curling Serpents her pale ... ... prey Upon her panting heart, both night and day Sucking black bloud from thence, which to repair Both night ... ... poysons there . Her garments were deep stain'd in humane gore , And torn by ...
... bliss! How deep, how black, the horror and despair! – – – ... ... bosom thou receiv'st A murderer – O! I shall stain thy lilies, And horror will usurp the seat of ...