Within my spirit was conceived in train

Within my spirit was conceived in train Of amiable esteem a love most sweet, Whose birth, with all the joy with which men greet Their first-born's birth, long wished for, but in vain, I hailed,—but soon from it was born a bane Which has entirely conquered that fond flight Of feeling, and transformed my first delight Into sharp rigour and tormenting pain. O cruel grandson, that to thy meek sire Giv'st life, yet strik'st thy mournful grandsire dead, Why so unlike thy parent! what black scowl Wear'st thou, stern Jealousy, beneath thy cowl, When ev'n thine own fierce mother, Envy dire, Shrieks to behold the monster which she bred!