Might shock a connoisseur; but when combined, Yet left a grand impression on the mind, At least of those whose eyes are in their hearts : We gaze upon a giant for his stature, Nor judge at first if all be true to nature. LXVIII. Steel Barons, molten the next generation With fair long locks, had also kept their station: Whose drapery hints we may admire them freely. LXIX. Judges in very formidable ermine Were there, with brows that did not much invite As hinting more (unless our judgments warp us) LXX. Generals, some all in armour, of the old And iron time, ere lead had ta'en the lead; Others in wigs of Marlborough's martial fold, Huger than twelve of our degenerate breed: Lordlings, with staves of white or keys of gold: Nimrods, whose canvas scarce contained the steed; And, here and there, some stern high patriot stood, Who could not get the place for which he sued. LXXI. But ever and anon, to soothe your vision, i. Prouder of such a toy than of their breed.—[MS. erased.] |