Fragment; or, the Triumph of Conscience

Fragment; or, the Triumph of Conscience

During a night storm, the speaker sits in a dwelling beside a fading lamp. The speaker's heart sinks as conscience whispers, and the ghost of the murdered Victoria approaches carrying a blood-reeking dagger. The speaker calls on the tempest to bear them away.

By Percy Bysshe Shelley · Genre: Gothic Poetry, Romantic Poetry, Supernatural Fiction · 241 words

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'Twas dead of the night when I sate in my dwelling, / One glimmering lamp was expiring and low,- / Around the dark tide of the tempest was swelling, / Along the wild mountains night-ravens were yelling, / They bodingly presaged destruction and woe!

'Twas then that I started, the wild storm was howling, / Nought was seen, save the lightning that danced on the sky, / Above me the crash of the thunder was rolling, / And low, chilling murmurs the blast wafted by. -

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ghost story · supernatural · gothic · conscience · storm · murder · poetry

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