When Roland’s horn with its tremendous sound
No response woke from aidful troop’s advance,
And Paladin and Peer Bernardo’s lance
Beneath Pyrene slaughtered; or more late
At mightiest Zaragoza, where askance
Flew Gaul’s derided death-bolts winged by hate,—
Unyielding still as here by San Sebastian’s gate.
IV.
Not many moons before, Gaul’s soldiery
Through fair Cantabria’s coast licentious strayed,