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CHILLER! that hour I would have wish'd to die, If thro' the shudd'ring midnight I had sent From the dark dungeon of the tower time-rent That fearful voice, a famish'd Father's cry Left in some after moment aught more mean Might stamp me mortal! A triumphant shout Black scream'd, and all her goblin rout Diminish'd shrunk from the more with'ring scene! Ah Bard tremendous in sublimity! Could I behold thee in thy loftier mood Wand'ring at eve with finely-frenzied eye Beneath some vast old tempest-swinging wood! Awhile with mute awe gazing I would brood: Then weep aloud in a wild extacy!