Pity away, soon shall ye quake with fear![714]
For, not unconscious of the mighty debt
Which to outrageous wrong the sufferer owes,
Europe, through all her habitable bounds,[715]
Is thirsting for their overthrow, who yet
Survive, as pagan temples stood of yore,
By horror of their impious rites, preserved;
Are still permitted to extend their pride,[716]
Like cedars on the top of Lebanon
Darkening the sun.