Page:The castle of Indolence - an allegorical poem - Written in imitation of Spenser (IA castleofindolenc00thomiala).pdf/32

 They were in Sooth a most enchanting Train, Even feigning Virtue; skilful to unite With Evil Good, and strew with Pleasure Pain. But for those Fiends, whom Blood and Broils delight; Who hurl the Wretch, as if to Hell outright, Down down black Gulphs, where sullen Waters sleep, Or hold him clambering all the fearful Night On beetling Cliffs, or pent in Ruins deep:

Ye Guardian Spirits, to whom Man is dear, From these foul Demons shield the Midnight Gloom! Angels of Fancy and of Love, be near, And o'er the Blank of Sleep diffuse a Bloom! Evoke the sacred Shades of Greece and Rome, And let them Virtue with a Look impart! But chief, a while o lend us from the Tomb Those long-lost Friends from whom in Love we smart,