When led aright they nobly stand,
The bulwarks of fair freedom’s land;
But, if by traitors led astray,
Their wrath may slumber for a day,
Till, roused at length to furious rage,
It sweep the monsters off the stage.
CANTO IV.
“Still her old empire to restore she tries,
For born a goddess Dullness never dies.”—Pope.
The builder or the architect,