Rejoice, ye nations! one is dead <br />By whom ten thousand hearts have bled. <br />Widows and orphans, raise your voice . . <br />One voice, ye prostrate peoples, raise <br />To God; to God alone be praise! <br />All dwellers upon earth, rejoice: <br /> <br />The imprisond soul, the tortured limb, <br />Are now at last set free by Him. <br />Each king their fellow king supplied <br />With thongs to scourge ye: but your wrongs <br />Reacht highest heaven; Angelic tongues <br />Shouted when Earth's Flagellant died. <br /> <br />The Demons heard and yell'd below, <br />Glad that his endless day of woe <br />(Long after theirs) had dimly dawn'd. <br />The proudest of them all sate dumb, <br />Angry that any Prince should come, <br />Who grudg'd to give the soul he pawn'd. <br /> <br />He gnasht his teeth; opprobrious names <br />Muttered on Death, and wisht his flames <br />Could crack his stubborn ribs . . in vain . . <br />He must resign or share the place <br />Imperial; he must bear disgrace <br />While that intruder feels but pain. <br /> <br />The Devils' mouths but seldom water, <br />Yet, sniffing this fat slug of slaughter, <br />Theirs do, they then this grace begin, <br />'We have carous'd on king and pope <br />By dozens; could the worthiest hope <br />A second course of Ezzelin?'<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-descent-into-hell-of-ezzelino-di-napoli/
