Continued yet to vibrate on his ear,
The vanquished Whig,[HL] under a borrowed name,[549]
(For the mere sound and echo of his own
Haunted him with sensations of disgust
That[550] he was glad to lose) slunk from the world
To the deep shade of those[551] untravelled Wilds;
In which the Scottish Laird had long possessed
An undisturbed abode. Here, then, they met,
Two doughty champions; flaming Jacobite
And sullen Hanoverian! You might think