The Lusitan battalion secret placed
Is with the British guards prepared to march
Beyond the Adour, till Gaul herself shall taste
Invasion’s sweets, her dreams of glory chased!
Still stand i’ the camp the tent-sheets as before,
Nor change appears nor new design embraced,
When breaks that clouded morn from mist-drops o’er
Pyrene’s towering hills, and gloom o’erspreads the shore.
IX.