ANTISTROPHE.
Chorus.
Thou art high and haughty-hearted,
And from lofty thoughts within thee
Mighty words are brimming o’er:
For thy sober sense is madded
With the purple-dripping gore;
And thine eyes with fatness swell[n91]
From bloody feasts: but mark me well,
Time shall come, avenging Time,
And hunt thee out, and track thy crime: