For He, who gave her, knows how dear,
How excellent! but that is by,
And now my business is—to die.
—Ye towers! within whose circuit dread
A Douglas[297] by his sovereign bled;
And thou, O sad and fatal mound![298]
That oft hast heard the death-ax sound,
As on the noblest of the land
Fell the stern headsman’s bloody hand,—
The dungeon, block, and nameless tomb