Chapter 1074 of 1964 · 58 words · ~1 min read

XXXVII.

And there, a little sheltered from the shot, Which rained from bastion, battery, parapet, Rampart, wall, casement, house--for there was not In this extensive city, sore beset By Christian soldiery, a single spot Which did not combat like the Devil, as yet,-- He found a number of Chasseurs, all scattered By the resistance of the chase they battered.