XXXI.

And quakes the stern invading Tyrant now, Whose legions to the frontier back are driven; For even Pyrene’s rocky margins bow Before the giant march, with fetters riven, Of Freedom’s phalanx marshalled on by Heaven! Rey, on thine arm an Empire’s fate depends. To San Sebastian haply now is given The fortress key their swelling strength that bends. France jealous eyes thee! Rey his post full well defends.