Robert Southey,
Metrical Tales and Other Poems
(1805)
“ Fly! my Lord Bishop, fly, quoth he,Ten thousand Rats are coming this way, . .The Lord forgive you for yesterday!I'll go to my tower in the Rhine, replied he,'Tis the safest place in Germany,The walls are high and the shores are steepAnd the stream is strong and the water deep.Bishop Hatto fearfully hastened awayAnd he crost the Rhine without delay,And reach'd his Tower in the Island and barr'dAll the gates secure and hard.He laid him down and closed his eyes; . . ”
