Besides, they’ll make, when kill’d in fight,
Vast “monuments of past delight;”[90]
And that to think of is more pleasant,
Than such delight enjoy’d at present.
Then no Darwinian philosopher,
His conduct can contrive to gloss over,
And make it with his tenets tally,
Unless he round our standard rally,
And join in strenuous endeavor
The wretch’s thread of fate to sever,