Here might the poet chuse the noblest themes, 90
Indulge his vein and dream enchanting dreams;
Might trace the relics of the days of old,
When Kings’ [Impeachment] warned our Barons bold,
Whose arms the love of Sovereign Pride withstood,
And veiled the freedom of their sons with blood.
Here doubtless, long before the Romans came,
Dwelt Glorious Lords in now forgotten fame,
Who met the world’s proud victors on the shore,
And drove them back who drove the world before.