But, ah, no respite San Sebastian boasts—
No truce proclaimed upon that fatal ground.
Still havoc, plunder, stalk the streets around,
Still bloodhounds bathe their sides in streaming gore!
No angel-voice to plead for mercy found,
No power to quell the fierce hyæna’s roar—
Even Hope doth seem to fly from that devoted shore!
XXVI.
Too dire the scenes that San Sebastian stain
To leave Salustian safe within its wall;