Ne’er buckled on their limbs the glitt’ring steel.
O! what a sight it was to see the King!
No sooner had he reach’d the bridge, but firm,
And with a voice that rung each coward heart,
He hail’d them to come on. Here, then, he stood:
In his right hand griping his massy axe,
Whilst with the left he held the brazen chain;
Nor did he budge, until each hardy soldier
Safely within the walls had enter’d:
Then, waving thrice his cased hand in air,