With all the Atlantic’s force, thus many a gash
That fiery torrent opes the bulwarks o’er,
And still at verge of death they madly strain the more!
VII.
And they are mad, or more than madness seems
Thy glow, enthusiast Courage! Many a boy
Sees Valour’s guerdon shine with starry beams,
And Danger, made a mockery, seems a joy!
Yet swiftly hostile fires their ranks destroy,
Nor yet to San Sebastian entrance gained.