XLVIII.

Beneath these battlements, within those walls, Power dwelt amidst her passions; in proud state Each robber chief upheld his arméd halls, Doing his evil will, nor less elate Than mightier heroes of a longer date. What want these outlaws conquerors should have[ij][9.B.] But History's purchased page to call them great? A wider space--an ornamented grave? Their hopes were not less warm, their souls were full as brave.[ik]