Will sweep the tyrants off the Rhine,
Where our united flags shall wave,
In triumph o’er the Despots’ grave!”
CANTO VI.
“To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice.”—Shakspeare.
As Lucifer, the angel, fell
From bliss of Heaven to pain of hell;
And there, as devil, would put on
The mask in which he once had shone: