Unchecked, the charger instant wheeled about,
And from the battle fled at utmost speed,
The bridle Jules deserting in his need.
Shouted the enraged hussar, and spurred, and cursed,
But faster flew the horse from guidance freed.
The troop soon followed—of the fray the worst
Was theirs—and from the Basques the cheer of victory burst.
XVIII.
No tongue may tell the transport of delight,
That hailed this triumph of their patriot arms.