The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 60: what you’re looking at

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Adam. A TRAGEDY.—ACT Vv. 43 Avaunt! Aha! am I the very lord , Of Eden or of Hell? Methinks I see, With some new opened visionary sight, The infernal gulph, and ever as I gaze Lo the mysterious and Titanic power Of grisly Death strides onward ; and on me Fixes his Gorgon frown. My wife, my Eve, Dost thou not mark the goblin frantic band Of grinning furies ? Hideously they dance Before his shadowy steps, and shake abroad Their snake-beclotted hair, and howl, and hiss, And shriek in their mad laughter. Oh my God! How horribly near they come. Avauntand vanish! - Ye demon throng, ye damnéd sons of Night, I hurl ye from me, ye apdstate ones. Heaven's curse be on ye all! And yet more close And closer they approach, and Death, and Sin, The monster-teeming sorceress of Hell, Still lead them on. A ghostly train of woes Follows interminable. Direful plagues Of gaunt and bony Famine, and the pale And withered phalanx of Disease, and Care, Haggard and bowed with labour, and wild Wars, Discord, and Battle, waving fast and far Their blood-baptiséd standards. I can see No more; such dizzy horror racks my soul, What! art thou mad? What spectres of strange fear Thus shake thy steadfast soul? Come, be a man; Nor, coward-like, shrink backward from the dreams Of your own idle fancy. They who fight With self-created mockeries should at least Beware of showing others they are fools. Thou star-compelling Majesty of Heaven, Why do thy inmost purple Spirits of light Flash thro’ the cleaving firmament; and why Do those, the sable-vested thunder-clouds, Scatter their spangled forest-splintering bolts Thro’ all the wizard air? Why swells the note Of tempest, mingled with the ominous roar That ocean, from his hollow-sounding caves, Moans forth, like a wild wailing dirge? Behold, Omnipotent God, the victim of thy doom Naked before thee. Dost thou not extend Thy red right hand to smite me, and prepare The triple-forkéd, and heart-blistering fires To scorch me into nothingness? Methinks This vast and planet-blazoned universe, Sinks in some huge eclipse, and all the stars Rush to chaotic battle in the skies, And hurl their last expiring curse on me. COL @ DOO <S (c@