"My charges upon record will outlast[hn]

The brass of both his epitaph and tomb."

"Repent'st thou not," said Michael, "of some past

Exaggeration? something which may doom

Thyself if false, as him if true? Thou wast

Too bitter—is it not so?—in thy gloom

Of passion?"—"Passion!" cried the phantom dim,

"I loved my country, and I hated him.