O fly, thou first born child of hell,
To some far distant, dreary, doleful plain,
Where starting Fear, and agonizing Pain,
And black Remorse, and sullen Sorrows dwell:
Where arm'd with poison, racks, and death,
Stern Horror rears his Gorgon head;
And writhing dreadful on the iron bed,
The purple Furies grind their canker'd teeth;
While percht on stubs of trees the shriek-owl sings,
And screaming deadly hoarse night-ravens flap their wings!