Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars.

Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.

The timely dew of sleep.

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.

Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.

They who have put out the people's eyes reproach them of their blindness.