Revenge by Eliza Acton

I would not, in the wildness of revenge,

Give poison to mine enemy, nor strike

My dagger to his heart, but I would plant

Love--burning--hopeless--and unquenchable--

Within the inmost foldings of his breast,

And bid him die the dark, and ling'ring death,

Of the pale victims, who expire beneath

The pow'r of that deep passion. Earth can show

No bitterness like this !--The shroud of thought

Which gathers round them, gloomy as the grave;--

The wasting, but unpitied pangs, which wear

The frame away, and make the tortur'd mind

Almost a chaos in its agony;--

The writhings of the spirit, doom'd to see

A rival bless'd;-and utter, cold, despair :-

These are its torments !-Are they not enough

To satisfy the most remorseless hate?

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Performance by: Jessica Munna

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