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R28156 Horrors and Death! what dismal Sights Invade / His Nightly Slumbers, who in Blood does Trade. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 183925 The POPE Haunted with Ghosts, in Relation to Sir Edmundbury Godfrey's Murther, / and the late Sainted Traytors, The Figures being by the Verses at large Explained. The POPE Haunted with Ghosts, in Relation to Sir Edmundbury Godfrey's Murther, and the late Sainted Traytors, The Figures being by the Verses at large Explained. The POPE Haunted with Ghosts, in Relation to Sir Edmundbury Godfrey's Murder, and the late Sainted Traitors, The Figures being by the Verses at large Explained. 1680-1680

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Nuncio. Horrors and Death! what dismal Sights Invade His Nightly Slumbers, who in Blood does Trade. Hear how they Curse him all, but he who fell Great Brittains Sacrifice by Imps of Hell; 1. Pope. How do my Eye-Balls Roul, and Blood run back, What Tortures at this sight my Conscience Rack; Oh! Mountains now fall on me, some deep Cave Pitty me once, and prove my speedy Grave, 2. Fiend. By Hells Grim Kings Command, on whom I wait Ive brought your Saint his Story to relate; His Torments, and the Horrid Cheat condole, You fixd on him to Rob him of his Soul. 1. Pope. Oh! spare my Ears Ile no such Horrors hear; 3. Coleman. You must, and know your own Damnations near You must ere long be Plungd in Grizly Flame Which I shall Laugh to see, tho Rackd with pain 1. Pope. Horrors! tis Dismal, I can hear no more,
O! Hell and Furies, how I have lost my Powr 4. Sir E. Godfrey. See Sir this Crimson Stain, this baleful Wound See Murtherd me, with Joys Eternal Crownd From Sacred Bliss my Swift-Wingd Soul did glide Conducted hither by my Angel-Guide, To let thee know thy Sands are almost run, And that thy Thread of Life is well nigh Spun; Repent you then, Wash off the Bloody Stain, Or Youl be Doomd to Everlasting Pain. 5. Angel. Come Worthy of Seraphick Joys Above, Worthy Our Converse, and our Sacred Love; Come let us hence, and leave him to his Fate, When Divine Vengeance shall the Business State 1. Pope. Chill Horror siezes me, I cannot flye; Oh Ghastly! yet more Apparitions, nigh. 6. Whitebread. Thus wandring through the gloomy Shades at last Ive found Thee, Traytor, that my Joys did blast, The half what we Endure no Tongue can Tell;
The Endless Tortures wee Endure in Hell, This for a Bishoprick I undergo, But now would give Earths Empire wert not so. 1. Pope Retire, good Ghosts, or I shall Dye with Fear 7. Harcourt. Nay Stay Sir, first you must my Story hear: How coud you thus Delude your Bosome Friend, Your Foes to Heaven, and us to Hell thus send; Damnation seize you fort, ere long youl be Plungd Headlong into vast Eternity; 1. Pope. Ho! Cardinals and Bishops hast with Speed, Bell, Book, and Candle fetch, let me be freed: Ah! tis too late, by Fear Intrancd I lye, 8. Bishop. Heard you that Groan? with speed from hence lets flye 9. Cardinal. The Fiend has got him, doubtless lets away, And in this ghastly place no longer stay.
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