As when a child on some long winter's night br Affrighted clinging to its Grandam's knees br With eager wond'ring and perturb'd delight br Listens strange tales of fearful dark decrees br Mutter'd to wretch by necromantic spell; br Or of those hags, who at the witching time br Of murky midnight ride the air sublime, br And mingle foul embrace with fiends of Hell: br Cold Horror drinks its blood! Anon the tear br More gentle starts, to hear the Beldame tell br Of pretty babes, that lov'd each other dear, br Murder'd by cruel Uncle's mandate fell: br Ev'n such the shiv'ring joys thy tones impart, br Ev'n so thou, Siddons! meltest my sad heart!br br Charles Lambbr br