She could not turn her sight
From that infernal gaze, which like a spell
Bound her, and held her rooted to the ground.
It palsied every power,
Her limbs avail'd her not in that dread hour,
There was no moving thence ;
Thought, memory, sense, were gone :
She heard not now the tiger's nearer cry,
She thought not on her father now,
Her cold heart's-blood ran back,
Her hand lay senseless on the bough it clasp'd,
Her feet were motionless ;
Her fascinated eyes
Like the stone eye-balls of a statue fix'd,
Yet conscious of the sight that blasted them. *

But who does not recognise here mere mechanical or routine
description, the same effect weakened by iterated strokes, — the
form rooted to the ground, the motionless feet, the limbs which
would not be moved, the benumbed sense, or if anything more
spiritual is attempted, as the light in Arvalan's eyes kindling
with the view, and shining like light from hell, who does not
perceive in the effort the weakest possible reflex of sublime pas-

* "The Separation," b. v., s. 12.
124 ESTIMA TE OF MODERN ENGLISH POETS.
