That shook the hall with thund’ring tread?
With eager haste
The Fellows pass’d,[37]
Each intent on direful work,
High lifts his mighty blade, and points his deadly fork.
II.
But hark! the portals sound, and pacing forth,
With steps, alas, too slow,
The College Gyps, of high illustrious worth,
With all the dishes in long order, go.