Melmoth The Wanderer, Volume 2 by Charles Maturin

Men who with mankind were foes. Or who, in desperate doubt of grace. -- SCOTT'S MARMION.

"One wild moment of yelling agony, -- one flash of a fierce and fiery light, that seemed to envelope and wither me soul and body, -- one sound, that swept through my ears and brain like the last trumpet, as it will thrill on the senses of those who slept in guilt, and awake in despair, -- one such moment, that condenses and crowds all imaginable sufferings in one brief and intense pang, and appears exhausted itself by the blow it has struck, -- one such moment I remember, and no more. Many a month of gloomy unconsciousness rolled over me, without date or notice. One thousand waves may welter over a sunk wreck, and be felt as _one_. I have a dim recollection of refusing food, of resisting change of place, &c. but they were like the faint and successless attempts we make under the burden of the night-mare; and those with whom I had to do, probably regarded any opposition I could make no more than the tossings of a restless sleeper.