Th’ aspiring spirit to hopes of fair renown
By deeds of violence!—For since that time
Th’ imperious victor oft, unsatisfied
With bloody spoil and tyrannous conquest, dares
To challenge fame and honour; and too oft
The poet, bending low, to lawless pow’r
Hath paid unseemly reverence, yea, and brought
Streams clearest of th’ Aonian fount to wash
Blood-stain’d Ambition. If the stroke of war
Fell certain on the guilty head, none else,