The bridal of Vaumond :: :: University of Virginia Library

Mid uproar fierce and discord loud,
The rush and scattering of the crowd,
The clanging din of shivering steel,
And that dread trump's awaken'd peal,—
Around the throne to guard the king
Firm rooted form'd a brazen ring.
In legiance, more than armour mail'd.
By the fierce bandits round assail'd
They stood;—as vain the foemen pour'd
To break the ranks that girt their lord,
As if they strove, the sons of earth,
To tear spher'd Saturn from his girth.