And fill’d they not his chosen ranks[[55]]
On distant Ebro’s oliv’d banks?
Spain’s boasted slingers! soon ye fled[[56]]
From English bowmen, Forest-bred.
Fame stak’d her dearest honours there:
And won not Needwood’s sons their share?
Illustrious History, bear me back
Up golden Time’s recorded track,
And bring from thy illumin’d page
The heroes of that martial age,