The British legions swift caught up the cry,
Which swelled along the line till stern it rose
To Battle’s shout appalling fierce the sky—
The shout that tells the breast to Victory goes,
The shout that ne’er was heard unmoved by Britain’s foes!
XXXIV.
An instant stopt great Arthur on the brow
Of that steep mountain. Both the Armies saw
The Hero at that moment. Soult was now
So near, each rival Chief could plainly draw