I gazed on it with gloom and pain: nothing soft, nothing sweet, nothing pitying, or hopeful, or subduing did it inspire; only a grating anguish for _her_ woes--not _my_ loss--and a sombre tearless dismay at the fearfulness of death in such a form.
Sentii un dolore acuto per le sue pene, non per la mia perdita, e un cupo terrore davanti alla morte contemplata in quella forma spaventosa.