Many there were who feared in their alarms, Lest o'er the wall Sir Gryphon would have vaulted;
Nor greater panic seized upon those swarms, Than if the soldan had the town assaulted.
The sound of running up and down, of arms, Of cry of Muezzins, on high exalted;
Of drums and trumpets, heaven, 'twould seem, rebounded, And, that the world was by the noise confounded.