Virgins, whose bodies, white-bosomed, are
For rape and ransom!—A kingdom's ravish
Yours! for the sweat and the blood you lavish.
Hark! on the shore how his fierce fangs clamor!
Ocean's, whose rocks are hungry for carrion:—
Ho! 'tis a sound as of swords that hammer
Helms to the brazen snarl of the clarion....
On to the revel of war, my bullies,
Blades, that fury like fire to battle!
On to the banquet, through spray that gullies,