Behind—the summit’s gained—the foemen wan
Scarce meet their dashing charge; an instant—they are gone!
XXI.
Emboldened by this triumph rush the Allies;
Our columns plunge into the rough defile.
The dark ravine to the left with lusty cries
Is ta’en by Longa’s Leonese, the while
Colborne’s brigade o’er narrow pathways toil
To the Bayonnette with skirmishers before,