All cap’rison’d with choicest workmanship:
Each rider held a silver-threaded whip,
Of ponderous weight, which rested on his hip
On his right side; whilst on the left were hung
A massive sabre and a silver gong.
Behind them were arranged each curricle,
To form a background to the spectacle:
According to their numbers in rotation,
And to the high or low degree of station
Of those great potentates, so did they stand—