Retreat borne headlong into rout,
And bursts of triumph, to declare
Clan-Alpine’s conquests—all were there.
Nor ended thus the strain; but slow,
Sunk in a moan prolong’d and low,
And changed the conquering clarion swell,
For wild lament o’er those that fell.
XVIII.
The war pipes ceased; but lake and hill
Were busy with their echoes still;