XI.

While Britain’s columns fierce assault the town, Rages terrific strife without the wall; The elements with fierce, o’ershadowing frown Dashed through Pyrene’s wind-compelling hall, And storm within and storm without appal! The noble Soult of nobler Moore the foe, Of San Sebastian strove to avert the fall; And now Behobia’s broken arch below By Biriatú he threats the Bidasoa’s flow.