Acheron.
The joyless lake, the flaming torrent, gloomy water dismal wave.
Where never fish were seen to play, Nor water Nymphs to keepe their holy-day.The sad infernal streame, the moate of hell, Where the sad Furies bath their ugly limbs.
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The joyless lake, the flaming torrent, gloomy water dismal wave.
Where never fish were seen to play, Nor water Nymphs to keepe their holy-day.The sad infernal streame, the moate of hell, Where the sad Furies bath their ugly limbs.