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 Still as it, comet-like, brake from her brain, Would needs have Teras gone, and did refrain To blow it down: which staring up, dismay'd The timorous feast, and she no longer staid; But bowing to the bridegroom and the bride, Did like a shooting exhalation glide Out of their sights: the turning of her back Made them all shriek, it look'd so ghastly black. O hapless Hero! that most hapless cloud Thy soon succeeding tragedy foreshow'd.— Thus all the nuptial crew to joys depart, But much wrung Hero stood Hell's blackest dart: Whose wound because I grieve so to display, I use digressions thus to' increase the day.