XXXIII.

What stream is poured afresh? new Volunteers! They come, impetuous as the Pampas steed, Dash o’er the strand and trample craven fears, Fly up the breach where thick-strewn heroes bleed. They reach the crest. In vain! Snapt like a reed Is many an oak of war. The valorous surge Is spent in its vain fury, like seaweed Each quivering corse depositing. Yet urge The living on, though fire their ranks incessant scourge.