human
Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief?
gpt
Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Tho' fann'd by conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state. Helm, nor hauberk's twisted mail, Nor e'en thy virtues, Tyrant, shall avail To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears.
human
Next Anger rush'd;--his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings: In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with flurried hand the strings.