XV.

On came the French light horse--a forage troop-- And dashed impetuous to the ancient square, Deeming to spoil the town with vulture swoop, But Blanca’s voice had been before them there! Beneath the oak the patriot phalanx fair With volley close receives the deadly shock. Though trodden down, none yields him to despair, But light-armed footmen horse and rider mock. France oft the charge renews; Biscaya stands--a rock!