there an uncouth dwelling own'd,
Planted with yew and mournful cyprus round;
Whose shadows every pleasing thought control,
And fill with deep anxiety the soul.
Hither black fiends at dead of night advance,
The horned  thro' the darkness dance:
From earth, from air, and from the briny deep
They come, and here nocturnal revels keep.
From gloomy , and the fen
Of , and the forest of
From , the serpent isle, they come,
And , where fantastick spectres roam;
From , and the wild  peak,
Whose hoary cliffs the clouds long order break.