Cyclopian castles hewn from solid rock,
Redoubt and natural tower where eagles dwell,
Thou’lt instant carry with resistless shock,
The arméd river ford, the plains of France bemock!
XXVIII.
“Next o’er the Nive thou’lt pass by quick surprise
At Ustaritz ’neath Cambo’s beacon light
The stream thy dashing cavalry defies,
Scorns the pontoon and dares the unequal fight
And some shall perish torrent-swept from sight!