And some, more bold, mount ladders to the fire.
230.
In vain; for from the east a Belgian wind
His hostile breath through the dry rafters sent;
The flames, impelled, soon left their foes behind,
And forward with a wanton fury went.
231.
A key of fire ran all along the shore,
And lightened all the river with a blaze;[182]
The wakened tides began again to roar,