XLV

       The inheritors of unfulfill’d renown
       Rose from their thrones, built beyond mortal thought,
       Far in the Unapparent. Chatterton
       Rose pale, his solemn agony had not
       Yet faded from him; Sidney, as he fought
       And as he fell and as he liv’d and lov’d
       Sublimely mild, a Spirit without spot,
       Arose; and Lucan, by his death approv’d:
Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reprov’d.