VI.

“Fill high the sparking bowl “The rich repast prepare, “Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: “Close by the regal chair “Fell Thirst and Famine scowl “A baleful smile upon their baffled Guest. “Heard ye the din of battle bray “Lance to lance, and horse to horse? “Long years of havock urged their destin’d course, “And thro’ the kindred squadrons mow their way. “Ye Tow’rs of Julius,[43] London’s lasting shame, “With many a foul and midnight murder fed, “Revere his Consort’s faith[44], his father’s fame[45] “And spare the meek Usurper’s holy head[46] “Above, below, the rose of snow,[47] “Twin’d with her blushing foe, we spread: “The bristled Boar[48] in infant-gore “Wallows beneath the thorny shade. “Now, Brothers, bending o’er th’ accursed loom, “Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify his doom.