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.