Lo! the Norwegian banners flout the sky:[145]
Where perch'd the moping owl, we now behold
The Roman eagle wave his wings in gold;
And where the circling bat each night was seen,
Medea's dragons draw their barbarous queen:
On that oak floor, once pil'd with sheaves of corn,
See Juliet's bier in sad procession borne;
Where the sleek rat was wont to pilfer grain,
The fiery Tibbald falls, and Hamlet's slain!
And where each night the cunning weazel crept,