(The French are rather partial to long Shot),
Nor Shots, nor Shells, nor Legions in Array,
Not for one moment check’d them on their Way;
But Slow and Firm, progressively they move,
And from each Post, the Hostile miscreants Drove.
In vain th’ embattl’d Foe, with Warlike Band,
Bristled with Cannon, could the Charge withstand.
Slaughter, and Death, on every side they meet,
And only find their safety in Retreat.