As when a child on some long Winter's night
       &nbspAffrighted clinging to its Grandam's knees
       &nbspWith eager wond'ring and perturb'd delight
Listens strange tales of fearful dark decrees

Muttered to wretch by necromantic spell;
       &nbspOr of those hags, who at the witching time
       &nbspOf murky Midnight ride the air sublime,
And mingle foul embrace with fiends of Hell:

Cold Horror drinks its blood! Anon the tear
       &nbspMore gentle starts, to hear the Beldame tell
       &nbspOf pretty Babes, that lov'd each other dear.
Murder'd by cruel Uncle's mandate fell:

Even such the shiv'ring joys thy tones impart,
Even so thou, Siddons! meltest my sad heart!