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A spell more potent, deep, and terrible, Than ever yet hath broken the strict laws Which bind that frail worm, man. Where'er we list, In sea or air, whatever element The fancy charms, 'tis ours to revel in. See from the depths below the cauldrons rise: Fling in your mystic gifts.

A spotted snake, Choaked in the shifting sands of Mogador— The last life-blood of the expiring wretch Gored by a shaggy Andalusian bull, His native wildness maddened by the thrust Of hostile spears—foam gathered from the lips Of a plague-smitten renegade—the beak Of a bald vulture, wet with human gore— A moore deer's heart, snatched in the deadly feud Between a serpent monster and the fierce Numidian tiger, mixed with lizard's fat— The mouldering flesh of mummies torn from out