“Close by the regal chair
“Fell Thirst and Famine scowl
“A baleful smile upon their baffled Guest.
“Heard ye the din of battle bray
“Lance to lance, and horse to horse?
“Long years of havock urged their destin’d course,
“And thro’ the kindred squadrons mow their way.
“Ye Tow’rs of Julius,[43] London’s lasting shame,
“With many a foul and midnight murder fed,