Crying aloud, Stand, villain! stand!
“Avaunt! avaunt!” great Kapil cried,
His bosom flusht with passion's tide;
Then by his might that proud array
All scorcht to heaps of ashes lay.[191]
Canto XLII. Sagar's Sacrifice.
Then to the prince his grandson, bright
With his own fame's unborrowed light,
King Sagar thus began to say,