And On The Tree Of Life, The

Those Whom Reason Hath Equalled, Force Hath Made Supreme

Sometime Let Gorgeous Tragedy In Sceptred Pall Come Sweeping By, Presenting Thebes, Or Pelops' Line, Or The Tale Of Troy Divine.

And Join With Thee Calm Peace And Quiet, Spare Fast, That Oft With Gods Doth Diet.

What Neat Repast Shall Feast Us, Light And Choice, Of Attic Taste?

I Fled, And Cry'd Out, Death; Hell Trembled At The Hideous Name, And Sigh'd From All Her Caves, And Back Resounded, Death.