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 And here and there, on Trees by Lightning scath'd, Unhappy Wights who loathed Life ; Or, in fresh Gore and recent Murder bath'd, They weltering lay, or else, infuriate flung Into the gloomy Flood, while Ravens sung The funeral Dirge, they down the Torrent rowl'd: These, by distemper'd Blood to Madness stung, Had doom'd themselves; whence oft, when Night controul'd

Meantime a moving Scene was open laid. That -House, I whilom in my Lay have, its Horrors deep-display'd, And gave unnumber'd Wretches to the Day, Who tossing there in squalid Misery lay. Soon as of sacred Light th' unwonted Smile Pour'd on these living Catacombs its Ray, Through the drear Caverns stretching many a Mile,