While ’neath the Frenchman’s charge your galled ally
Outnumbered falls, the might of England’s sons
Will turn the stream of battle, raising high
The fearful war-shout which the foeman stuns,
Who flies to where the Adour with branching channel runs.
XXXII.
“At Tarbes, Bigorre, and Gaudens thou shalt next
Still conquering pass to fair Tolosa’s wall,
Where Soult will desperate stand, and Spain perplext