Drunk grenadiers transported through the blaze.
Oh, who shall paint his horror and amaze!
He took by the throat the first who crost his path.
Red bayonets flashed beneath the autumnal rays;
But buckled to his side a sword he hath,
And many a victim falls a prey to Carlos’ wrath.
XLV.
Now thronged the soldiery, and Carlos prest
By numbers fought full long with valour rare;