But, learning a new hymn for that which was,The ancient city of PriamosGroans probably a great and general dirge,Denominating ParisThe man that miserably marries: —She who, all the while before,A life, that was a general dirgeFor citizens’ unhappy slaughter, bore. And thus a man, by no milk’s help,Within his household reared a lion’s whelpThat loved the teatIn life’s first festal stage:Gentle as yet,A true child-lover, and, to men of age,A thing whereat pride warms;And oft he had it in his arms