A strong portcullis entrance show’d,
With ivy brown hung over;
And stagnate the green moat was found,
Whene’er the Traveler wander’d round,
Or moon-enamour’d Lover.
Within the spacious Courts were seen
A thousand gothic fancies;
Of banners, trophies, armour bright,
Of shields, thick batter’d in the fight,
And interwoven lances.