With living colours give my verse to glow:
The sad memorial of a tale of woe!
Introduction, lines 35-36.
Thou living ray of intellectual fire.
Canto I, line 104.
High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day.
Canto I, 426.
The sacred lamp of day
Now dipt in western clouds his parting ray.
Canto II, line 27.
Again she plunges! hark! a second shock
Bilges the splitting vessel on the rock;
Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries,
The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes
In wild despair; while yet another stroke
With strong convulsion rends the solid oak:
Ah Heaven!—behold her crashing ribs divide!
She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the tide.