Schnaubend bäumen sich die pferde; unser führer greift zur fahne;
Sie entsinkt ihm, und er murmelt: “Herr, die Geisterkaravane!”
Freiligrath.
“After the moonshine follow the dark twilight-shades; the wild animals fly past affrighted, the horses rear up snorting; our leader clutches at the standard—it sinks from him, and he murmurs: ‘Lord, the ghostly-caravan!’”
XXI. “Refreshment needful cheered their bivouac.”
Poichè de’ cibi il natural amore
Fú in lor ripresso e l’importuna sete.
Tasso, Gerus. Lib. xi. 17.
XXII. “But thickest mist doth fall, and leave our men at fault.”
(Combat of Dona Maria.) “A thick fog prevented further pursuit, and the loss of the French in the action is unknown.”
Napier, Hist. book xxi. c. 5.