Note 20 — WORDSWORTH'S POETICAL WORKS 1814

With their perennial hills; but Time Brought low a power that could not climb, Though, from its well-defended Home, When, sword in hand, it chose to roam, Its warfare's bourne, its travel's belt, ms. Was devastation widely dealt. With their perennial hills; but Crime, That hastens the decrees of time, Brought low a Power, which, when it chose To spurn confinement and repose, Made devastation widely dealt, ms. Its warfare's bourne, its travel's belt.