Contrast of their near approaching fate. v. 333. There panting stop; yet scarcely can refrain; His gay companions Giles beholds no more; Clos'd are their eyes, their fleeces drench'd in gore; v. 351. Conclusion of the first Book. Nor can Compassion, with her softest notes, Withhold the knife that plunges through their throats. Down, indignation! hence, ideas foul! Away the shocking image from my soul! Let kindlier visitants attend my way, Nor thankless glooms obtrude, nor cares annoy, |