His fear-shook limbs have lost their youthly force, And down the waves he floats, a pale and breathless corse.

When young Paris came early in the morning with music, to awaken his bride, instead of a living Juliet, her chamber presented the dreary spectacle of a lifeless corse.

spheres Las Casas bathes the pallid corse with tears Fly, minister of good!

Virgin he did spy, With gaping mouth at her ran greedily, To have at once devourd her tender corse:

In thousands on the bloody plain Lay strewn the piteous corses, Wounded and torn and maimed and stripped, Among the fallen horses.

O God of righteousnessand I am idling hereleading a life of holidaysand my soul's soul is ready to quit the earth, and leave me a rotten corse!

Yea, and the furred moss in winter, when there are no flowers to cover thy sweet corse.

the day When sorrow had availed is passed away: Tears cannot raise the dead, grief cannot call Back to the earthy corse the spirit's ray Vainly eternal tears of blood might fall; One short year since, he livedmy hopes now perished all!

And that's the reason why I thought ye corses, When o'er the green this way I saw ye ride.

Pale as the livid corse her cheek, Her tresses torn, her glances wild, How fearful was her frantic shriek!

Stretched on the ground she lies, A mangled corse; in her dim glaring eyes Cold death exults, and stiffens every limb.

And if so, then Rome will see Such examples made, such torments, That one bleeding corse will show Wounds enough for myriad corses.