- Who breathed on the king cold breath?。，Raced and gave the rein to sport,
Faces covered, faces bare,。，Raced and gave the rein to sport,
Vengeance on the Roman cheat,。，Death, who says his blood she spilt!
Cherished men to wax again,。，XXVI
Touched him, as 'twere one to know。，Ships from keel to mast.
Where the torches ran a flood,。，Brained his horse, that stumbled twice,
None of earth shall know his grave.。，Plucked at the limbs that could remain
Rusty was the trumpet's throat.。，Glassily on each
The lady whom we revere。，
In their blood-thirst overawed;。，Hiccups through the British horn.
Mists of the cool morning scents,。，Pierce them where the spear-heads play;
When deep-voiced he uttered, Rome!。，Western day knocked at his door.
So hard it seems that one must bleed。，
Never, she sat cold as salt:。，Still the wakeful Briton borrows
The lady whom we revere。，Saw ye not the sun drop slow
Scarlet broke the sky, and down,。，Sword in length a reaping-hook amain
，Look on the lines and squares that fret。，Sudden, as it were a monster oak