Who reins her genet too with spirit brave;

Worthy, me seems, her grace and beauty rare

With that young hero proud companionship to bear.

XVIII.

’Tis Nial—Isabel; great Arthur’s form

With grave Salustian’s stately fills the van.

They reach the central square where late the storm

Of War with surges wild hath rolled o’er San

Sebastian dire calamity to Man.