With eye that gleamed beneath the fondling hand,
And fawning as at hunger's strong command.
Antistrophe II
But soon of age full grown,
It showed the inbred nature of its sire,
And wrought unasked, alone,
A feast to be that fostering nurture's hire;
Gorged full with slaughtered sheep,
The house was stained with blood as with a curse
No slaves away could keep,