Song of Devils

Thomas Shadwell

Prepare, prepare, new guests draw near,
And on the brink of hell appear.
Kindle fresh flames of sulphur there.
     Assemble all ye fiends,
     Wait for the dreadful ends
Of impious men, who far excel
     All th' inhabitants of hell.
     Let 'em come, let 'em come,
To an eternal dreadful doom,
     Let 'em come, let 'em come.
In mischiefs they have all the damned outdone;
Here they shall weep, and shall unpitied groan,
Here they shall howl, and make eternal moan.
By blood and lust they have deserved so well,
That they shall feel the hottest flames of hell.
In vain they shall here their past mischiefs bew
Eternal darkness they shall find,
     And them eternal chains shall bind
     To infinite pain of sense and mind.
     Let 'em come, let 'em come,
To an eternal dreadful doom,
     Let 'em come, let 'em come.
From The Libertine, 1676.

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Further Reading

Poems About Hell
The Aeneid, Book VI, [First, the sky and the earth]
by Virgil
A Myth of Devotion
by Louise Glück
A Season in Hell
by Arthur Rimbaud
Canto XIV
by Ezra Pound
Descriptions of Heaven and Hell
by Mark Jarman
Hellish Night
by Arthur Rimbaud
How Can It Be I Am No Longer I
by Lucie Brock-Broido
I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra
by Ishmael Reed
by Patricia Smith
by Jack Spicer
Proverbs of Hell
by William Blake
Silence Raving
by Clayton Eshleman
Slim Greer in Hell
by Sterling A. Brown
Strange Meeting
by Wilfred Owen
by Dana Levin
The Bistro Styx
by Rita Dove
The Dead
by Mina Loy
The Philosophy of Pitchforks
by Sue Owen
The Pomegranate
by Eavan Boland
Worst Things First
by Mark Bibbins