XXVI.
Like roaring waves they cover’d all the plain;
And tho’ equality they still requir’d,
Each cudgell’d sore his breast with might and main,
Each to get foremost ardently desir’d.
Some fell into the dirt, and foul were mir’d,
The rest rode over them and took no heed.
Their yells, with patriotic ardour fired,
So made my flesh to quake with very dread,
That Morpheus left my couch, and all the vision fled.