And with both scorn and terror fill.
XXIX.
Now are they seated at a board
In that cold grandeur—I am there.
But what can mummied kings afford?
This is their meagre ghostly fare,
And proves what fleshless things they stare!
Yes! I am seated with the dead: 230
How great, and yet how mean they are!
Yes! I can scorn them while I dread?