And home turned Phœbe—in due time to grace
A tottering cabin with a tattered race.
TALE XVIII.
THE BOAT RACE.
I.
The man who dwells where party-spirit reigns,
May feel its triumphs, but must wear its chains;
He must the friends and foes of party take
For his, and suffer for his honour’s sake;
When once enlisted upon either side,
He must the rude septennial storm abide—