III.

Great Arthur smiled, and calm the work went on; Bartolomeo’s heights were strengthened well, The trenches deepened ere the night was gone; Antigua’s rocks with thunder bristling tell The bold besieged how other bosoms swell With warlike pride that pants for battle’s hour; And comes the ponderous train of cannon fell To try the strength of bastion, scarp, and tower, And bid the boastful Gaul beware Britannia’s power!