Blown hoary on the wind.
And one a foreground with three hideous hags,
Each twice as tall as life, or higher,
Medusa-monsters, clothed in wretched rags,
And crouching round a fire.
And one an English home—lantern-light poured
On a forced safe, skeleton keys,
Whilst gloating o'er the family plate there stored,
Glowered the murderer, Peace.
Nor these alone, but everything to scare,