Though it rain shot and shell.
Where a Briton resolved,
Could a Gaul ever quell?
XXXIII.
What stream is poured afresh? new Volunteers!
They come, impetuous as the Pampas steed,
Dash o’er the strand and trample craven fears,
Fly up the breach where thick-strewn heroes bleed.
They reach the crest. In vain! Snapt like a reed
Is many an oak of war. The valorous surge