Hath close at hand; and Nial, Morton there
With martial ardour each impetuous runs,
Heading their veterans in the fray to share.
With lusty shouts against the French they bear,
And strongly charge and down the mountain dash.
Yet undismayed again the foemen dare
The dire ascent—again their firelocks flash.
Again o’erturned they fall, and vain their valour rash.
XLIII.
Through sulphurous shroud new skirmishers ascend,