Just in that farthermost angle, where
You see the remains of a winding-stair,
One turret especially high in air
Uprear’d its tall gaunt form;
As if defying the power of Fate, or
The hand of ‘Time the Innovator;’
And though to the pitiless storm
Its weaker brethren all around
Bowing, in ruin had strew’d the ground,
Alone it stood, while its fellows lay strew’d,
Like a four-bottle man in a company ‘screw’d,’
Not firm on his legs, but by no means subdued.
In this poem, what does bolded strew'd describe? A man or a company?
