Their chief, and all their kindled appetites

To marshal them on—were those hoary walls

Mountains, and those who guard them like the gods

Of the old fables, I would trust my Titans;—

But now——

Phil.‍They are but men who war with mortals.

Bourb. True: but those walls have girded in great ages,

And sent forth mighty spirits. The past earth

And present phantom of imperious Rome[dk]190

Is peopled with those warriors; and methinks