Th' insulting tempest of the hostile bands:
Boldly he turns the furious storm,
Before him wild Confusion flies,
While Havoc rears her hideous form,
And prostrate Rank expiring lies;
Conflict upon conflict growing,
Gore on gore in torrents flowing,
Shrieks answering shrieks, and slaughter raving,
And high o'er Modore's front a thousand banners waving.
"Now thickens still the frantic war;