Blow from the Atlantic. On Boarcos’ crags
Full many a soldier perisheth. But will
Indomitable their’s—nor Lusia lags;
Priest, student, peasant, crowd ’neath azure-crimson flags.
XXXVII.
“Hark to the footfall fierce and measured tread
Of Britain’s legions o’er the affrighted ground,
While martial music’s stirring voice is shed,
Enthusiast Valour waking at the sound.
Trombone and cornet make the heart to bound,