And then they flowed like mountain rills,
Unless he could assuage the woe 90
Which he abhorr’d to view below.
V.
The other was as pure of mind,
But form’d to combat with his kind;
Strong in his frame, and of a mood
Which ’gainst the world in war had stood, 95
And perish’d in the foremost rank
With joy:—but not in chains to pine: