The lineaments of each that strike with awe
Their several hosts: “Now strong,” thought Arthur, “is he,
“But cautious. Of that shout he will, some flaw
“Suspecting, much inquire; and thus will free
“My scattered host, till all combined resistless be.”
XXXV.
And Soult, indeed, the battle’s shock withheld,
Till rose next morning’s sun. But forth he pushed
His skirmishers whose fire was keen repelled,