LVI.

Her lover sinks--she sheds no ill-timed tear; Her Chief is slain--she fills his fatal post; Her fellows flee--she checks their base career; The Foe retires--she heads the sallying host: Who can appease like her a lover's ghost? Who can avenge so well a leader's fall? What maid retrieve when man's flushed hope is lost? Who hang so fiercely on the flying Gaul, Foiled by a woman's hand, before a battered wall?[11.B.]