Long held the Castle that his might had raised. 40
Came gentler times—the Barons ceased to strive
With kingly power, yet felt their pomp survive;
Impell’d by softening arts, by honour charm’d,
Fair ladies studied and brave heroes arm’d.
The Lord of Belvoir then his Castle view’d,
Strong without form, and dignified but rude;
The dark long passage, and the chambers small,
Recess and secret hold, he banish’d all;
Took the rude gloom and terror from the place,