Shrinks from the splendour of his brow severe.
And by his side two radiant warriors stand,
All arm’d, and kingly in commanding grace—
Oh! more than kingly—godlike!—sternly grand,
Their port indignant, and each dazzling face
Beams with the beauty to immortals given,
Magnificent in all the wrath of heaven.
Then sinks each gazer’s heart—each knee is bow’d
In trembling awe; but, as to fields of fight,
Th’ unearthly war-steed, rushing through the crowd,