My guard! my old guard!"[548] exclaimed that god of clay.
Think of the Thunderer's falling down below
Carotid-artery-cutting Castlereagh![KG]
Alas! that glory should be chilled by snow!
But should we wish to warm us on our way
Through Poland, there is Kosciusko's name
Might scatter fire through ice, like Hecla's flame.
LX.
From Poland they came on through Prussia Proper,
And Königsberg, the capital, whose vaunt,