No more, O Troy, thy dreaded name
Conspicuous in the lists of fame,
’Midst fortresses impregnable shall stand,
In such thick clouds an armed host
Pours terrors from the Grecian coast.
And wastes thy vanquished land:
Shorn from thy rampired brow the crown
Of turrets fell; thy palaces o’erspread
With smoke lie waste, no more I tread
Thy wonted streets, my native town.