The names of those that sang the loiterer reads
In God’s green acre, spired with poplar-trees.
SALVINI’S OTHELLO.
Not most the crouching spring, the forest-roar,
The lion-pace, the lion-power express;
By such strong signs as these he conquers less
Than in that pulse-beat’s time, when, wounded sore,
He gathers all himself, and stands once more
Unshaken in his sombre kingliness,