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The Gaulish column while the deed dismayed, New daring to the British line it gave. Their rattling musketry more vigorous played, And clouds of smoke arose with curling wave O’erarching all the arena of the brave. Nor yet the fireballs ceased to light the war, Nor yet the grape to fall where none could save Or life or limb, nor yet to roar from far The cannon dire and bombs that burst through every bar.