Rides forth upon destruction's wing; Then shall these vaults, so strong and deep, Some traveller then shall find my bones And, ignorant of priests' cruelty, Fix'd was her look, and stern her air: The locks, that wont her brow to shade, S Her figure seem'd to rise more high; Sinful brother, part in peace!" From that dire dungeon, place of doom, Of execution too, and tomb, Paced forth the judges three; XXXIII. An hundred winding steps convey And many a stifled groan : With speed their upward way they take, (Such speed as age and fear can make,) 1 See Note on Stanza xxv., ante, p. 132. And cross'd themselves for terror's sake, As hurrying, tottering on: Slow o'er the midnight wave it swung, Then couch'd him down beside the hind, |