Of fleetness War’s instructions and alarms.
“Now down,” quoth Nial, “with the wooden head,
Whose baleful movement oft the Spaniard harms.
His clumsy flourishes through æther sped
No more shall wound the Allies, no more by Soult be read.”
XXX.
From Leon’s corps two sturdy pioneers
With gleaming axes clove the column’s foot.
The laughing Andaluz the tell-tale jeers: