text:  * * * * * Around them hiss'd thy winged verse; Thou did'st invoke upon them the avenger; Thou sang'st to Marat's worshippers The dagger and the Virgin-Nemesis! When that old holy man strove from the axe to tear With a chain-laden hand his master's crowned head Thou gav'st thy hand unto the noble pair; Before ye struck with horror fell That Areopagus of hell