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The Poets Beasts. 



doomed Jerusalem; Orcas "his wolfish mountains rounding" 

 not more fearful; Satan "lighting on his feet" in Eden 

 not more bold-stealthy, than the wolf that "leaps with ease 

 into the fold." Even Rome's founder — so bitter is the poets' 

 hostility to " the howling nurse of plundering Romulus " — 

 is followed into after-life by reflections upon his wet-nurse. 



Byron, how^ever, makes, in a single stanza, a large measure 

 of amends — 



"And thou, the thunder-stricken nurse of Rome ! 

 She-wolf ! whose brazen-imaged dugs impart 

 The milk of conquest yet within the dome 

 Where, as a monument of antique art, 

 Thou standest : — Mother of the mighty heart, 

 Which the great founder suck'd from thy wild teat, 

 Scorch'd by the Roman Jove's ethereal dart, 

 And thy limbs black'd with lightning — dost thou yet 

 Guard thine immortal cubs, nor thy fond charge forget ? '' 



