“No more our long-lost Arthur we bewail.
“All-hail, ye genuine Kings, Britannia’s Issue hail.[50]
VIII.
“Girt with many a Baron bold
“Sublime their starry fronts they rear;
“And gorgeous Dames, and Statesmen old,
“In bearded majesty appear.
“In the midst a Form divine!
“Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-Line;
“Her lion-port, her awe-commanding face