And daring profitless derides the foe.
Oh, human passion! Is’t but human wo
Thou deign’st for food, for drink the crimson tide?
Incarnadined Ambition! Here bestow
A glance upon thy fruits, and learn to chide
Thy self-idolatry, thy more than fiendish pride!
II.
Dauntless defenders! On Numantia’s wall,
Or ’mid self-fired Sagunthus’ leaguered towers,
Defying Hannibal whose eyes appal