Bellowing in full career
Of fury, by a sudden blow
Stunn’d, and in a moment stopt
All the roar, or into slow
Death-ward-drawing murmur, leaving
Scarce the fallen carcase heaving,
With the fallen carcase dropt.—
Behold! the word scarce fallen from his lips,
Swift almost as a human smile may chase
A frown from some conciliated face,