Pack’s corps, whose swift approach by Soult unguest
Great Arthur’s eagle-eye to battle led,
In place and time where best our ranks are fed.
Instant their clattering fire is hostile blended.
Cole smites the foeman’s right, whose left too bled
From Lusia’s arms; their front, by Pack offended,
With violent shock the vale in headlong flight descended.
XL.
The Gaul who had strove to compass round our left
Himself is now encompassed—in that dire