Chapter 1579 of 1964 · 65 words · ~1 min read

LX.

Within a niche, nigh to its pinnacle, Twelve Saints had once stood sanctified in stone; But these had fallen, not when the friars fell, But in the war which struck Charles from his throne, When each house was a fortalice--as tell The annals of full many a line undone,-- The gallant Cavaliers,[672] who fought in vain For those who knew not to resign or reign.