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 He force to start amid her feign'd caress , siren-hag! in native ugliness, A Brother's fate will haply rouse the tear, And on he goes in heaviness and fear! But if his fond heart call to bower Some pigmy in a careless hour, The faithless guest shall stamp th' inchanted ground And mingled forms of Mis'ry rise around: Heart-fretting, with pallid look aghast, That courts the future woe to hide the past; , the poison'd arrow in his side; And loud lewd, to Anguish close allied: Till, fierce-ey'd child of moping pain, Darts her hot lightning flash athwart the brain.

Rest, injur'd shade! Shall squatting near Spit her cold venom in a ear?