XXVI.
And, lo, where ’mid the carnage dire and wide,
Rise rapid fireballs from the citadel,
Whose lurid glare is, sure, to Hell allied,
With strong blue light the darkness to dispel;
And some on the fascines around them fell,
Which fiercely burnt, diffusing terror new
For but an instant. Each his foe can tell,
And musketry now blazes full in view,
Till heaps of corses soon both mound and trenches strew.