And of their birthright others would bereave.

XLIII.

The Crown Imperial, and the spurious Flow’r

Which boasts of royal arms and royal mien[3];

The warlike Plant that claims immortal pow’r[4],

And that gay lady call’d the Meadow’s Queen.

XLIV.

All these, and more, that scorn’d a subject state,

Rose to the claim of high imperial sway:

Forgetting—to be good was to be great