It sways—it topples o’er—first bending slow,
Then falls with mighty crash beneath the blow.
As when ’mid storms, some labouring ship to ease,
The mast is hewn away, and falls where flow
The seething billows—tackles, shrouds, and trees,
Canvass and cordage sink, a victim to the seas.
XXXII.
Meanwhile great Arthur hath so well combined
His several forces tow’rds the frontier nigh,
That Commissari and Puérto, as designed,