When the passing bell doth toll, And the Furies, in a shoal, Come to fright a parting soul, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the tapers now burn blue, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the priest his last hath prayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When, God knows, I'm tost about Sweet Spirit, comfort me! Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the flames and hellish cries Fright mine ears, and fright mine eyes, And all terrors me surprise, Sweet Spirit, comfort me. When the judgment is revealed, And that opened which was sealedWhen to Thee I have appealed. Sweet Spirit, comfort me. CLEOPATRA EMBARKING ON THE The sky is a gleam of gold, And the amber breezes float Like thoughts to be dreamed of, but never told, Around the dancing boat! She has stepped on the burning sand; And the thousand tongues are mute, And the Syrian strikes with a trembling hand The strings of his gilded lute! And the Ethiop's heart throbs loud and high Beneath his white symar, |