George Gordon Byron,
Sentimental reciter
(1856)
“ Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet’s form appear! Samuel, raise thy buried head— King, behold the phantom seer! Earth yawn’d—he stood the centre of a cloud; Light changed its hue, retiring from his shroud; Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye— His hand was withered, and his veins were dry ”
