The rage of Pindar filled the sounding air, As Polyhymnia tried her skill divine; The shaggy lion roused him from his lair, And bade his blood-stained eyes in fury shine; The famished eagle poised his waving wings, Whetting his thirsty beak -- while murder rose, With hand that grasps a dirk, with eye that glows In gloomy madness o'er the throne of kings, And, as she bade her tones of horror swell, The demon shook his steel with wild exulting yell. |