Portend the deeds to come:—but he whose nod

Has tumbled feebler despots from their sway,

A moment pauseth ere he lifts the rod;

A little moment deigneth to delay:

Soon will his legions sweep through these their way;

The West must own the Scourger of the world.[cp]

Ah! Spain! how sad will be thy reckoning-day,

When soars Gaul's Vulture, with his wings unfurled,[cq]

And thou shall view thy sons in crowds to Hades hurled.