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—