Who stretch’d her lawless hand to seize thine isle,
Enjoys not rest or glory; with her prey
Gorged but not satisfied, and craving still
Against th’ intent of Nature. See Her now
Upon the adverse shore, her Norman coast,
Plying[6] her monstrous labour unrestrained!
A rank of castles in the rough sea sunk,
With towery shape and height, and armed heads
Uprising o’er the surge; and these between,
Unmeasurable mass of ponderous rock