Then 'mid the priests rose up a reverend sire,
Whose rolling eye-balls flash'd romantic fire,
The visionary ROBERT, friend of song,
Rapt in wild dreams, fanatic, rash, and strong;
Those powers which might have form'd him wise and good,
Lost in the bigot, made him thirst for blood;
His brother he commands to speak more plain,
And fully his mysterious words explain.