XXIV.

“In every street are rival batteries placed. Entrenched behind a bulwark of the slain, See where yon Zaragozan death has faced, Resolved a cannon of the Frank to gain. ’Neath corse-heaped covert he hath passed a chain Round the huge gun--its end his comrades take-- Their lusty sinews pull with might and main-- The monster moves--but, ah, the chain doth break; Yet soon as Night doth fall the prize their own they make.