Bounce in their breasts, and stir uncertain storms.
Then paleness wan and stern, with cheerless change,
Possessing bleak their lips and bloodless cheeks,
With troublous trembling, shows their death is near.
When Mordred saw the danger thus approach’d,
And boist’rous throngs of warriors threat’ning blood,
His instant ruin gave a nod at fates,
And mind, though prone to Mars, yet daunted paus’d.
The heart which promis’d erst a sure success,
Now throbs in doubts, nor can his own attempts