What were his raptures then! how pure! how strong!
And what the triumphs of old  and
By his diminish'd, but the price of boys
In some small fray victorious! when instead
Of shatter'd parcels of this earth usurp'd
By violence unmanly, and sore deeds
Of cruelty and Blood, Nature herself
Stood all subdu'd by him, and open laid
Her every latent glory to his view.