XLVIII.

Beneath these battlements, within those walls,

Power dwelt amidst her passions; in proud state

Each robber chief upheld his arméd halls,

Doing his evil will, nor less elate

Than mightier heroes of a longer date.

What want these outlaws conquerors should have[ij] [9.B.]

But History's purchased page to call them great?

A wider space—an ornamented grave?

Their hopes were not less warm, their souls were full as brave.[ik]

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