Her giant form dissolves in air, the while
Pyrene shakes with earthquake many a mile,
From peak to peak the volleying thunders roll.
Great Arthur marched, and heaped the trophied pile,
His Destiny fulfilling to its goal,
And Heaven for long renown hath spared his hero-soul.
XXXV.
Aggressive Conquest! tempt not Freedom’s shields,
For Britons still your fiercest ire can quell.