Each battle sees the other’s umber’d face;
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night’s dull ear, and from the tents
The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.
——:o:——
Lord Mayor’s Day (1827).
Now countless turbots and unnumbered soles
Fill the wide kitchens of each livery hall: