a cat in here, which got Mom accusing Dad of being a bum.
artless child. Was't not enough, in thy delirious whirl To blast the steadfast
rocks; Her, and her peace as well, Must I, God - hated one, to ruin hurl!
Dost claim this holocaust, remorseless Hell! Fiend, help me to cut short the
hours of dread! Let what must happen, happen speedily! Her direful doom fall
crushing on my head, And into ruin let her plunge with me!
Why how again it seethes and glows! Away, thou fool! Her torment ease!
When such a head no issue sees, It pictures straight the final close. Long life
to him who boldly dares! A devil's pluck thou'rt wont to show; As for a devil