Ereenia groan’d in anguish at the sight

Of this dread fight: once more the Glendoveer

Essay’d to break his bonds, and fear

For that brave spirit who had sought him here,

Stung him to wilder strugglings. From the rock

He rais’d himself half up, . . with might and main

Pluck’d at the adamantine chain;

And now, with long and unrelaxing strain,

In obstinate effort of indignant strength,

Labour’d and strove in vain;

Till his immortal sinews fail’d at length;

And yielding, with an inward groan, to fate,

Despairingly, he let himself again

Fall prostrate on his prison-bed of stone,

Body and chain alike with lifeless weight.