When she climb'd up the steep vociferous hill,
Her little silver flagon to fill
With the magical Golden Water!
XCVIII.
"Batter her! shatter her!
Throw and scatter her!"
Shouts each stony-hearted chatterer!
"Dash at the heavy Dover!
Spill her! kill her! tear and tatter her!
Smash her! crash her!" (the stones didn't flatter her!)