And nearer as they drew, distincter shouts
Came from the dell, and at Count Pedro’s gate
The human swarm were seen, ... a motley group,
Maids, mothers, helpless infancy, weak age,
And wondering children and tumultuous boys,
Hot youth and resolute manhood gather’d there,
In uproar all. Anon the moving mass
Falls in half circle back, a general cry
Bursts forth, exultant arms are lifted up
And caps are thrown aloft, as through the gate