’Mid showering shot and shell, as Hebe bountiful!
XXVIII.
“And, gallant Palafox, let bright-eyed Fame
Thy praise resound, whom nought could turn or bend;
For when no mandate but the word of shame
‘Capitulation!’ France would deign to send,
‘War to the knife!’ thy answer straight was penned.
Worthy was all the heroic times of old.
And monks were seen a warlike arm to lend,
And cloistered sisters the cartouche to mould.