'Tis come long since! and daily going on
To thousands,—all, with whom this world is ended!—
Destruction now strides hither,—hark his step!—
He and Confusion with her numberless feet,
His helpmate dear!—Faith, I'll lend her my hand
For sake of common sex; and who knows all
Disorder may turn up to a steady eye?—
Ha! Ethelstan!—by my presaging hopes
And hates, this way he stumbles!—said I not,
'Twas never in mischance too late to die?
Victory's crown may from the head be pluck'd
Even as it drops there, and upon its place
Vengeance pour out her vial!—Firm, be firm! (Ethelstan, or The Battle of Brunanburh, Darley, 1841)