XXXI.

But faint before the valour of our men Grew Gaulish daring, though they bravely fought; And when they showed irresolute, ’twas then Our Britons to the charge the bayonet brought. With shout appalling in their souls they wrought Such fear as aided well our glancing steel And firm advance. In flight they safety sought, Yet less in terror’s coil, than vain to feel The assault that hath prepared with Britain’s sons to deal.